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Rh Well?

Let's suppose this happens: When we're on board the Ultimus I'll stop up my ears with cotton wool, lie down somewhere in the hold, and you'll train the guns on the factory, and blow it to smithereens, and with it Rossum's secret.

No!

Busman, you're no gentleman. If we sell, then it will be a straight sale.

It's in the interest of humanity to

It's in the interest of humanity to keep our word.

Oh, come, what rubbish.