He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. The poison from the teeth radiated from her shoulder and paralyzed her limbs. I can't invent; the thing won't come. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes.
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