He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. "Blueskin," said Ireton. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. "I can do without it," muttered Jack.
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