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centuries," he exclaimed hotly; "and you can do nothing--except admit
your helplessness. I say, 'save me'--and what do you do?"
"No doubt it's hard on you," said the doctor. "But you should have taken
precautions."
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How was I to know?"
It wasn't our place to run after you," said the medical man, picking a
thread of cotton from his purple sleeve. "Why should we save you in
particular? You see--from one point of view--people with imaginations
and passions like yours have to go--they have to go."
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Go?"
Die out. It's an eddy."
He was a young man with a serene face. He smiled at Bindon. "We get on
with research, you know; we give advice when people have the sense to
ask for it. And we bide our time."
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Bide your time?"
We hardly know enough yet to take over the management, you know."
The management?"
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