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I don't operate often. When I do, persons take note. Nurses look amazed. They pale. The patient is brought back to life, or so. The reason I don't do this more (I quote) is: I have a living to fail-” because of my wife & son-”to keep from earning. -”Mr Bones, I sees that. They for these operations thanks you, what? not pays you. -”Right. You have seldom been so understanding. Now there is further a difficulty with the light: I am obliged to perform in complete darkness operations of great delicacy on my self. -”Mr Bones, you terrifies me. No wonder they didn't pay you. Will you die? -”My friend, I succeeded. Later.
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