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When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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regarding his recumbent figure.

It was a yellow figure lying lax upon a water-bed
and clad in a flowing shirt, a figure with a shrunken
face and a stubby beard, lean limbs and lank nails, and
about it was a case of thin glass. This glass seemed


to mark off the sleeper from the reality of life about
him, he was a thing apart, a strange, isolated abnormality.
The two men stood close to the glass,
peering in.

"The thing gave me a shock," said Isbister "I
feel a queer sort of surprise even now when I think of
his white eyes. They were white, you know, rolled
up. Coming here again brings it all back to me.

"Have you never seen him since that time?" asked
Warming.

"Often wanted to come," said Isbister; "but business
nowadays is too serious a thing for much holiday
keeping. I've been in America most of the time."

"If I remember rightly," said Warming, "you were
an artist?"

"Was. And then I became a married man. I saw
it was all up with black and white, very soon -- at
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