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I’ve had a marked preference for small frail soft-spoken dentists like Mr. Graver. I like to feel that if it came to a stand-up fight I would have a good chance of victory and escape.

Through my pain I could see the corporal’s laughing face. The man was clearly a sadist. It was no good appealing to him. And as, with the last of my strength, I launched myself into the air it came to me suddenly why I had dreamed about Blossom last night. I wanted to go home, too.