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Updated: May 24, 2025

Kennicott bending over a body which was humped under a sheet the surgeon, his bare arms daubed with blood, his hands, in pale-yellow rubber gloves, loosening the tourniquet, his face without emotion save when he threw up his head and clucked at the farmwife, "Hold that light steady just a second more noch blos esn wenig."

Sinclair Lewis - Main Street