Excerpt from The Invisible Censor IT was a wet, gusty night and I had a lonely walk home. By taking the river road, though I hated it, I saved two miles, so I sloshed ahead trying not to think at all. Through the barbed wire fence I could see the racing river. Its black swollen body writhed along with extraordinary swiftness, breath lessly silent, only occasionally making a swishing ripple. I did not enjoy looking at it. I was some how afraid. And there, at the end of the river road where I swerved off, a figure stood waiting for me, motion less and enigmatic. I had to meet it or turn back. It was a quite young girl, unknown to me, with a hood over her head, and with large unhappy eyes. My father is very ill, she said without a word of introduction. The nurse is frightened. Could you come in and help? There was a gaunt house set back from the road, on a little slope. I could see a wan light upstairs. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.