first Krebs had occupied himself with the machines, talking to them in German in a cooing baby-talk. ‘There, my Liebchen. That’s better now, isn’t it? A drop of oil for you, my Pupperl. But certainly. Coming up at once. No, no, lazybones. I said a thousand revolutions. Not nine hundred. Come along now. We can do better than that, can’t we. Yes, my Schatz. That’s it. Round and round we go. Up and down. Round and round. Let me wipe your pretty face for you so that we can see what the little dial is saying. Jesu Maria, bist du ein braves Kind!’ And so it had gone on with intervals of standing in
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