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The Time Machine

The Time Machine
 

The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His pale grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burnt brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the l... read full description below.

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ISBN 9781072910954
Barcode 9781072910954
Published 9 June 2019 by Independently Published
Format Trade Paperback/Paperback
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Author(s) By Wells, H. G.
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ISBN-13 9781072910954
ISBN-10 1072910950
Stock Available
Status Internationally sourced; ships 6-12 working days
Publisher Independently Published
Imprint Independently Published
Publication Date 9 June 2019
Publication Country
Format Trade Paperback/Paperback
Author(s) By Wells, H. G.
Category Science Fiction
Number of Pages 100
Dimensions Width: 152mm
Height: 229mm
Spine: 6mm
Weight 159g
Interest Age 9-12 years
Reading Age 9-12 years
NBS Text Science Fiction & Fantasy
ONIX Text Children/juvenile
Dewey Code 823.912
Catalogue Code Not specified

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The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His pale grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burnt brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere, when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way-marking the points with a lean forefinger- as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it) and his fecundity.

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