автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері The Invisible Man
I did not feel a bit sorry for my father. He seemed to me to be the victim of his own foolish sentimentality. The current cant required my attendance at his funeral, but it was really not my affair.
door opened, and Marvel made a frantic effort to obtain a lodgment behind it. Then the cabman collared something. “I got him,” said the cabman. The barman’s red hands came clawing at the unseen. “Here he is!” said the barman.
It’s bad enough to let these floundering yokels explode my little secret, without your cutting off with my books.
but the phenomenon was so striking and disturbing that his philosophical tranquillity vanished;