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The rest of the afternoon was a punishing repetition of the same, "We'll see what Dr. Blake has to say." Gwen later confided, I know exactly what he'll say, "It's an idiopathic pleiotropism with indefinite circumscription requiring extirpation," and they'll fall at his feet in thanks. Marcus easily translated that to "I don't know what you have nor how far it goes, but I'll chop at it til I run out of it or you." He slumped out, "Bye Gwen," muttering "Osten's the wizard."