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184 The Robotess Helena.

Turn around, girl. What? You are timid, shy? [Taking her by the arm.] Let me see you, Robotess. [She shrinks away.]

Sir, do not frighten her!

What? You would protect her? When was she made?

Two years ago?

By Dr. Gall?

Yes, like me.

Laughter—timidity—protection. I must test you further—the newest of Gall's Robots. Take the girl into the dissecting room.