The Magic Shop by H. G. Wells. I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed. I thought of going in until one day. Gip hauled me by my finger right up to. I had not thought the place was there, to tell. Regent Street, between.

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I had fancied. it was down nearer the Circus, or round the corner in Oxford Street. Holborn; always over the way and a little inaccessible. Gip's pointing. finger made a noise upon the glass."If I was rich," said Gip, dabbing a finger at the Disappearing Egg.

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Buy One and Astonish Your Friends.""Anything," said Gip, "will disappear under one of those cones. I have read about it in a book."And there, dadda, is the Vanishing Halfpenny- -, only they've put it. Gip, dear boy, inherits his mother's breeding, and he did not propose. That," he said, and pointed to the Magic Bottle."If you had that?" I said; at which promising inquiry he looked up.

I could show it to Jessie," he said, thoughtful as ever of others."It's less than a hundred days to your birthday, Gibbles," I said. Gip made no answer, but his grip tightened on my finger, and so. It was no common shop this; it was a magic shop, and all the prancing. Gip would have taken in the matter of mere toys was wanting. He left the burthen of the conversation to me. It was a little, narrow shop, not very well lit, and the door- bell. For a moment or so we were alone and could glance about us.

There was a tiger in papier- mache on the glass case that covered. On the floor were magic mirrors; one to draw you out long and thin. I suppose, came in. At any rate, there he was behind the counter- -a curious, sallow. What can we have the pleasure?" he said, spreading his long. I want," I said, "to buy my little boy a few simple tricks.""Legerdemain?" he asked.

Mechanical? Domestic?""Anything amusing?" said I."Um!" said the shopman, and scratched his head for a moment as if. Then, quite distinctly, he drew from his head a glass ball. Something in this way?" he said, and held it out. The action was unexpected. I had seen the trick done at entertainments. I had not expected it here."That's good," I said, with a laugh."Isn't it?" said the shopman.

Gip stretched out his disengaged hand to take this object and found. It's in your pocket," said the shopman, and there it was!"How much will that be?" I asked."We make no charge for glass balls," said the shopman politely. We get them,"- -he picked one out of his elbow as he spoke- -"free.". He produced another from the back of his neck, and laid it beside. Gip regarded his glass ball sagely. You may have those too," said the shopman, "and, if you don't mind. So!"Gip counselled me mutely for a moment, and then in a profound silence.

We get all our smaller tricks in that way," the shopman remarked. I laughed in the manner of one who subscribes to a jest. Instead. of going to the wholesale shop," I said. Of course, it's cheaper.""In a way," the shopman said. Though we pay in the end. But not. so heavily- -as people suppose. Our larger tricks, and our daily.

And you know, sir, if you'll excuse my saying it, there isn't. Genuine Magic goods, sir. I don't know. if you noticed our inscription- -the Genuine Magic shop." He drew.

Genuine,". he said, with his finger on the word, and added, "There is absolutely. He seemed to be carrying out the joke pretty thoroughly, I thought. He turned to Gip with a smile of remarkable affability. You, you know. are the Right Sort of Boy."I was surprised at his knowing that, because, in the interests. Gip. received it in unflinching silence, keeping a steadfast eye on him."It's only the Right Sort of Boy gets through that doorway."And, as if by way of illustration, there came a rattling at the door. Nyar! I warn 'a. go in there, dadda, I warn 'a go in there.

Ny- a- a- ah!" and then. It's locked, Edward," he said."But it isn't," said I."It is, sir," said the shopman, "always- -for that sort of child,". It's no good, sir," said the shopman. I moved, with my natural helpfulness, doorward, and presently.

How do you manage that?" I said, breathing a little more freely."Magic!" said the shopman, with a careless wave of the hand, and behold! You were saying," he said, addressing himself to Gip, "before. Buy One and Astonish. Friends' boxes?"Gip, after a gallant effort, said "Yes.""It's in your pocket."And leaning over the counter- -he really had an extraordinarily. Paper," he said, and took a sheet out of.

And then he lit a candle at the nose of one. Watch The Paper 4Shared there. Then there was the Disappearing Egg," he remarked, and produced. The Crying. Baby, Very Human.

I handed each parcel to Gip as it was ready. He said very little, but his eyes were eloquent; the clutch of. He was the playground of unspeakable emotions. These, you know, were real Magics. Then, with a start, I discovered. I whipped. it off, and a ruffled pigeon- -no doubt a confederate- -dropped out.

I fancy, into a cardboard box. Tut, tut!" said the shopman, dexterously relieving me of my headdress. I live- -nesting!"He shook my hat, and shook out into his extended hand two or three. All sorts of things accumulate. Not you, of course, in particular. Nearly every. customer. Astonishing what they carry about with them.

The crumpled paper rose and billowed on the counter more and more. We none of us know. Are we. all then no better than brushed exteriors, whited sepulchres- -"His voice stopped- -exactly like when you hit a neighbour's gramophone. Have you done with my hat?" I said, after an interval. There was no answer.

I stared at Gip, and Gip stared at me, and there were our distortions. Season 5 Episode 16 Gossip Girl. I think we'll go now," I said.

Will you tell me how much all this. I say," I said, on a rather louder note, "I want the bill; and. It might have been a sniff from behind the paper pile. Let's look behind the counter, Gip," I said. He's making fun of us."I led Gip round the head- wagging tiger, and what do you think. No one at all! Only my hat on the floor.

I resumed my hat, and the rabbit lolloped a lollop or so. Dadda!" said Gip, in a guilty whisper."What is it, Gip?" said I."I do like this shop, dadda.""So should I," I said to myself, "if the counter wouldn't suddenly. But I didn't call. Gip's attention to that. Pussy!" he said, with a hand out to. Pussy, do Gip a magic!". I had. certainly not remarked a moment before.

Then this door opened wider. He was smiling still, but his eye met mine with something between. You'd like to see our show- room, sir," he. Gip tugged my finger forward.

I. glanced at the counter and met the shopman's eye again.