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Kipps, also known as The Remarkable Mr. Kipps, is a novel by H. G. Wells. It marks a turning point for the author, moving away from the futuristic science fiction for which he is famed and onto more down-to-earth accounts of twentieth-century British society. Within it, Wells clearly draws from his own knowledge of Britain's social structure to present an interesting autobiographical tale. Contents include: The Little Shop at New Romney, The Emporium, The Woodcarving Class, Chitterlow, 'Swapped!', The Unexpected, The Walshinghams, Engaged, The Bicycle Manufacturer, The Pupil Lover, Discords, London, Kipps Enters Society, The Labyrinthodon, et cetera.

Until he was nearly arrived at adolescence it did not become clear to Kipps how it was that he was under the care of an aunt and uncle instead of having a father and mother like other boys. Yet he had vague memories of a somewhere else that was not New Romney—of a dim room, a window looking down on white buildings—and of a some one else who talked to forgotten people, and who was his mother. He could not recall her features very distinctly, but he remembered with extreme definition a white dress she wore, with a pattern of little sprigs of flowers and little bows of ribbon upon it, and a girdle of straight–ribbed white ribbon about the waist. Linked with this, he knew not how, were clouded half–obliterated recollections of scenes in which there was weeping, weeping in which he was inscrutably moved to join. Some terrible tall man with a loud voice played a part in these scenes, and either before or after them there were impressions of looking for interminable periods out of the windows of railway trains in the company of these two people….

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Until he was nearly arrived at adolescence it did not become clear to Kipps how it was that he was under the care of an aunt and uncle instead of having a father and mother like other boys. Yet he had vague memories of a somewhere else that was not New Romney—of a dim room, a window looking down on white buildings—and of a some one else who talked to forgotten people, and who was his mother. He could not recall her features very distinctly, but he remembered with extreme definition a white dress she wore, with a pattern of little sprigs of flowers and little bows of ribbon upon it, and a girdle of straight–ribbed white ribbon about the waist...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ... of chances of talking together." "There's a tremendous lot to think about," said Kipps, blowing a profound sigh. "D'you mean--p'raps we might be married in a few months or so." "You'll have to be," said Coote. "Why not?"... Midnight found Kipps alone, looking a little tired and turning over the leaves of the red-covered textbook with a studious expression. He paused for a moment on page 233, his eye caught by the words: "FOR AN UNCLE OR AUNT BY MARRIAGE the period is six weeks black, with jet trimmings." "No," said Kipps, after a vigorous mental effort. "That's not it." The pages rustled again. He stopped and flattened out the little book decisively at the beginning of the chapter on "Weddings." He became pensive. He stared at the lamp wick. "I suppose I ought to go over and tell them," he said, at last. „ §5 Kipps called on Mrs. Walshingham, attired in the proper costume for eremonial Occasions in the Day. He carried a silk hat, and he wore a deep-skirted frock coat, his boots were patent leather and his trousers dark grey. He had generous white cuffs with gold links, and his grey gloves, one thumb in which had burst when he put them on, he held loosely in his hand. He carried a small umbrella rolled to an exquisite tightness. A sense of singular correctness pervaded his being and warred with the enormity of the occasion for possession of his soul. Anon he touched his silk cravat. The world smelt of his rosebud. He seated himself on a new re-covered chintz armchair and stuck out the elbow of the arm that held his hat. "I know," said Mrs. Walshingham, "I know everything," and helped him out most amazingly. She deepened the impressio...