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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

powder from her puff. While he was paying off the

taxi–there would just be time. She rubbed at the

shininess, thinking: "He's terribly good-looking. No

need for him to be shy like Bernard. And yet Any

other man would have done it long ago. Well, now at

last." That fragment of a face in the little round

mirror suddenly smiled at her.

"Good-night," said a strangled voice behind

her. Lenina wheeled round. He was standing in the

doorway of the cab, his eyes fixed, staring; had

evidently been staring all this time while she was

powdering her nose, waiting–but what for? or

hesitating, trying to make up his mind, and all the

time thinking, thinking–she could not imagine what

extraordinary thoughts. "Good-night, Lenina," he

repeated, and made a strange grimacing attempt to

smile.

"But, John I thought you were I mean,

aren't you? "

He shut the door and bent forward to say

something to the driver. The cab shot up into the

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