exclamation. ‘I wish you’d keep your fingers out of my eye,’ said the aerial voice in a tone of savage expostulation. ‘The fact is, I’m all here — head, hands, legs, and all the rest of it, but it happens I’m invisible. It’s a confounded nuisance, but I am. That’s no reason why I should be poked to pieces by every stupid bumpkin in Iping, is it?’
