When The Sleeper Wakes
By: H. G. [Herbert George] Wells
One Afternoon, At Low Water, Mr. Isbister, A Young
Artist Lodging at Boscastle, Walked from That Place To
The Picturesque Cove Of Pentargen, Desiring to Examine
The Caves There. Halfway Down The Precipitous Path
To The Pentargen Beach He Came Suddenly Upon A Man
Sitting in an Attitude Of Profound Distress Beneath
A Projecting mass Of Rock. The Hands Of This Man
Hung Limply Over His Knees, His Eyes Were Red and
Staring before Him, And His Face Was Wet With Tears.
He Glanced round At Isbister'S Footfall.
Artist Lodging at Boscastle, Walked from That Place To
The Picturesque Cove Of Pentargen, Desiring to Examine
The Caves There. Halfway Down The Precipitous Path
To The Pentargen Beach He Came Suddenly Upon A Man
Sitting in an Attitude Of Profound Distress Beneath
A Projecting mass Of Rock. The Hands Of This Man
Hung Limply Over His Knees, His Eyes Were Red and
Staring before Him, And His Face Was Wet With Tears.
He Glanced round At Isbister'S Footfall.
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