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Updated: June 5, 2025
Any other time I should have taken the gentleman in the dressing-gown in charge for being improperly dressed. But this morning it don't come natural to me. If he wants to wear a dressing-gown on the Spaniard's Walk, he presumably 'as his own reasons. It don't concern me." "It seems to me that the germ takes ambition out of us," said Sarakoff. "Ambition?" said the policeman. "No, that ain't right.
"It may, however, be necessary to place you and Dr. Sarakoff under police protection. There is no saying what may happen. Your action in letting loose the germ in the water supply of Birmingham was unfortunate. You have taken a great liberty with humanity, whatever may result from it." "Medical men have no sense of proportion," murmured Jason. "Science makes them so helpless."
"The suggestion seemed to strike him as terrible." Sarakoff laughed genially. "My friend," he said, "Mr. Herbert Wain is not a man of vision. He is a cockney, brought up in the streets of a callous city. To him life is a hard struggle, and immortality naturally appears in a poor light. You must have patience.
Sarakoff was in front, his dressing-gown flying, and his pink pyjamas making a vivid area of colour in the drab street. I followed a few yards in the rear, hatless, with my breath coming in gasps. It was Sarakoff who first saw the taxi-cab. He veered suddenly into the road and held out his arms. The cab slowed down and in a moment we were inside it. "Go on," shouted Sarakoff, "Drive on.
The meeting began at eight o'clock, and Sir Jeremy Jones, the President of the Royal College of Physicians, opened the discussion with a paper in which the most obvious features of the disease were briefly tabulated. The great Hall was packed. Sarakoff and I got seats in the front row of the gallery.
He swayed as he spoke. Strangely interested, I stared up at him. "He's delirious," called out the emerald young woman. "He's got that horrid disease." The manager and a couple of waiters came up. "It's coming," shouted Sarakoff; "I saw it sweeping over the world. See, the world is white, like snow. They have robbed it of colour." The manager grasped his arm firmly. "Come with me," he said.
I have some difficulty in keeping my attention on things. There is a kind of pull within me away from away from reality." He nodded. "I went in to see your Russian friend. He's upstairs. He is not exactly asleep. He is more like a man partially under the influence of a drug." "I will go and see him," I said. Sarakoff was lying on the bed with his eyes shut. He was breathing quietly.
"Fancy a couple of doctors inventing a disease. It does sound a shame, don't it?" "Wait till you get it," said Sarakoff. "It seems to me you've been and done something nasty," he went on. "Ain't there enough diseases without you two going and makin' a new one? It's a fair sickener to think of all the diseases there are measles and softenin' of the brain, and 'eaving stummicks and what not.
She lowered her arms slowly and looked at him. "I wonder how long love will last?" Next day the first news of the Sarakoff-Harden bacillus appeared in a small paragraph in an evening paper, and immediately I saw it, I hurried back to the house in Harley Street where Sarakoff was writing a record of our researches. "Listen to this," I cried, bursting excitedly into the room.
Think how Madame Réaour will rage and Betty, and the Signora all my friends oh, I feel quite glad now that it doesn't make people younger. You are sure it won't?" "I don't think so," said Sarakoff, watching her through half-closed lids. "No, I think you are safe, Leonora." "And my voice?" "It will preserve that ... indefinitely, I think." She was arrested by the new idea.
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