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Book: A Dream of Armageddon by Wells, H. G.

."I believe there is. There are cases given in most books on mental trouble." "Mental trouble! Yes. I daresay there are. It's the right place for them. But what I mean——" He looked at his bony knuckles. "Is that sort of thing always dreaming? Is it dreaming? Or is it something else? Mightn't it be something else?" I should have snubbed his persistent conversation but for the drawn anxiety of his face. | feedboo is A Dream of Armageddon Wells H. G. Published 1901 Categorie s Fiction Short Stories Source http en.wikisource.org 1 About Wells Herbert George Wells better known as H. G. Wells was an English writer best known for such science fiction novels as The Time Machine The War of the Worlds The Invisible Man and The Island of Doctor Moreau. He was a prolific writer of both fiction and non-fiction and produced works in many different genres including contemporary novels history and social commentary. He was also an outspoken socialist. His later works become increasingly political and didactic and only his early science fiction novels are widely read today. Wells along with Hugo Gernsback and Jules Verne is sometimes referred to as The Father of Science Fiction . Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Wells The War of the Worlds 1898 The Time Machine 1895 A Modern Utopia 1905 The Invisible Man 1897 Tales of Space and Time 1900 The Island of Dr. Moreau 1896 The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth 1904 The Sleeper Awakes 1910 The Story of the Inexperienced Ghost 1902 The First Men in the Moon 1901 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 50 or in the USA published before 1923 . Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http www.feedbooks.com Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 The man with the white face entered the carriage at Rugby. He moved slowly in spite of the urgency of his porter and even while he was still on the platform I noted how ill he seemed. He dropped into the corner over against me with a sigh made an incomplete attempt to arrange his travelling shawl and became motionless with his eyes staring vacantly. Presently he was moved by a sense of my observation looked up at me and put out a spiritless hand for his newspaper. Then he glanced again in my direction. I feigned to read. I feared I had unwittingly embarrassed him and in a moment I was surprised to find him