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she has some horror of the past, for when she looks at antique boxes, she sees only bakelite & chrome of the 'twenties, with slate-colored rubber bulbs & cloth-insulated wires, porcelain bases, H-switches, and wooden handles painted black; everything from the 'twenties, even camera apparatus, is part of some monstrous doctor's machine: and there he stands, tapping a hooked probe on his palm, smiling with bright gold teeth.
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