Twelve Stories and a Dream

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Герберт Уэллс. Twelve Stories and a Dream

1. FILMER

2. THE MAGIC SHOP

3. THE VALLEY OF SPIDERS

4. THE TRUTH ABOUT PYECRAFT

5. MR. SKELMERSDALE IN FAIRYLAND

6. THE STORY OF THE INEXPERIENCED GHOST

7. JIMMY GOGGLES THE GOD

8. THE NEW ACCELERATOR

9. MR. LEDBETTER’S VACATION

10. THE STOLEN BODY

11. MR. BRISHER’S TREASURE

12. MISS WINCHELSEA’S HEART

13. A DREAM OF ARMAGEDDON

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I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects, magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, the material of the basket trick, packs of cards that LOOKED all right, and all that sort of thing, but never had I thought of going in until one day, almost without warning, Gip hauled me by my finger right up to the window, and so conducted himself that there was nothing for it but to take him in. I had not thought the place was there, to tell the truth – a modest-sized frontage in Regent Street, between the picture shop and the place where the chicks run about just out of patent incubators, but there it was sure enough. I had fancied it was down nearer the Circus, or round the corner in Oxford Street, or even in Holborn; always over the way and a little inaccessible it had been, with something of the mirage in its position; but here it was now quite indisputably, and the fat end of Gip’s pointing finger made a noise upon the glass.

“If I was rich,” said Gip, dabbing a finger at the Disappearing Egg, “I’d buy myself that. And that” – which was The Crying Baby, Very Human – “and that,” which was a mystery, and called, so a neat card asserted, “Buy One and Astonish Your Friends.”

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“I DO like this shop, dadda.”

“So should I,” I said to myself, “if the counter wouldn’t suddenly extend itself to shut one off from the door.” But I didn’t call Gip’s attention to that. “Pussy!” he said, with a hand out to the rabbit as it came lolloping past us; “Pussy, do Gip a magic!” and his eyes followed it as it squeezed through a door I had certainly not remarked a moment before. Then this door opened wider, and the man with one ear larger than the other appeared again. He was smiling still, but his eye met mine with something between amusement and defiance. “You’d like to see our show-room, sir,” he said, with an innocent suavity. Gip tugged my finger forward. I glanced at the counter and met the shopman’s eye again. I was beginning to think the magic just a little too genuine. “We haven’t VERY much time,” I said. But somehow we were inside the show-room before I could finish that.

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