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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

breath. He looked up into the sky and round the

blue horizon and finally down into Lenina's face.

"Isn't it beautiful!" His voice trembled a

little.

She smiled at him with an expression of the

most sympathetic understanding. "Simply perfect for

Obstacle Golf," she answered rapturously. "And now

I must fly, Bernard. Henry gets cross if I keep him

waiting. Let me know in good time about the date."

And waving her hand she ran away across the wide

flat roof towards the hangars. Bernard stood

watching the retreating twinkle of the white

stockings, the sunburnt knees vivaciously bending

and unbending again, again, and the softer rolling of

those well-fitted corduroy shorts beneath the bottle

green jacket. His face wore an expression of pain.

"I should say she was pretty," said a loud

and cheery voice just behind him.

Bernard started and looked around. The

chubby red face of Benito Hoover was beaming

down at him–beaming with manifest cordiality.

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