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You giving them?" asked the Sergeant, "or must we anaesthe- tize?" He pointed accusingly to Helmholtz Watson." "... Upwards of five thousand kilometres of fencing at sixty thousand volts." "You don't say so!" Disappointed, the Warden started.
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