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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

punishment to run to the wood's edge and there be

violently sick. When he had finished, he picked up

the whip and began hitting himself again. Nine, ten,

eleven, twelve

"Ford!" whispered the driver. And his twins

were of the same opinion.

"Fordey!" they said.

Three days later, like turkey buzzards

settling on a corpse, the reporters came.

Dried and hardened over a slow fire of green

wood, the bow was ready. The Savage was busy on

his arrows. Thirty hazel sticks had been whittled and

dried, tipped with sharp nails, carefully nocked. He

had made a raid one night on the Puttenham

poultry farm, and now had feathers enough to equip

a whole armoury. It was at work upon the feathering

of his shafts that the first of the reporters found

him. Noiseless on his pneumatic shoes, the man

came up behind him.

"Good-morning, Mr. Savage," he said. "I am

the representative of The Hourly Radio."

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