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From: "Moreland Mervin" 
Date: March 17, 2006 5:33:45  GMT+01:00
To: "Moreno Micah" 
Subject: Re[8]:

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but you'll pay for it ... I warned you, but if you want to ... 
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And with that he closed his eyes.

'Vanna, put him in No. 117 by himself and with someone to watch 
him.' The doctor gave his instructions and replaced his spectacles. 
Then Ryukhin shuddered again: a pair of white doors opened without 
a sound and beyond them stretched a corridor lit by a row of blue 
night-bulbs. Out of the corridor rolled a couch on rubber wheels. 
The sleeping Ivan was lifted on to it, he was pushed off down the 
corridor and the doors closed after him.

'Doctor,' asked the shaken Ryukhin in a whisper, 'is he really 
ill?' 'Oh yes,' replied the doctor. 'Then what's the matter with him?' 
enquired Rvukhin timidly. The exhausted doctor looked at Ryukhin and 
answered wearily: 'Overstimulation of the motor nerves and speech 
centres..

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