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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

fireplace. He picked it up and tiptoed to the door

again. "When he is drunk asleep, drunk asleep "

He ran across the room and stabbed–oh, the blood!–

stabbed again, as Popéheaved out of his sleep, lifted

his hand to stab once more, but found his wrist

caught, held and–oh, oh!–twisted. He couldn't

move, he was trapped, and there were Popé's small

black eyes, very close, staring into his own. He

looked away. There were two cuts on Popé's left

shoulder. "Oh, look at the blood!" Linda was crying.

"Look at the blood!" She had never been able to

bear the sight of blood. Popé lifted his other hand–to

strike him, he thought. He stiffened to receive the

blow. But the hand only took him under the chin and

turned his face, so that he had to look again into

Popé's eyes. For a long time, for hours and hours.

And suddenly–he couldn't help it–he began to cry.

Popé burst out laughing. "Go," he said, in the other

Indian words. "Go, my brave Ahaiyuta." He ran out

into the other room to hide his tears.

"You are fifteen," said old Mitsima, in the

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