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He picked up the bell-bottomed trousers, the blouse, the zippicamiknicks.
“Open!” he ordered, kicking the door.
“No, I won’t.” The voice was frightened and defiant.

“Well, how do you expect me to give them to you?”
“Push them through the ventilator over the door.”
He did what she suggested and returned to his uneasy pacing of the room.
“Impudent strumpet, impudent strumpet. The devil Luxury with his fat rump
and potato finger .”

“John.”
He would not answer. “Fat rump and potato finger.”
“John.”
“What is it?” he asked gruffly.

“I wonder if you’d mind giving me my Malthusian belt.”
Lenina sat, listening to the footsteps in the other room, wondering, as she liste-
ned, how long he was likely to go tramping up and down like that; whether she
would have to wait until he left the flat; or if it would be safe, after allowing his
madness a reasonable time to subside, to open the bathroom door and make a
dash for it.
She was interrupted in the midst of these uneasy speculations by the sound of
the telephone bell ringing in the other room. Abruptly the tramping ceased.
She heard the voice of the Savage parleying with silence.

“Hullo.”
.. ...
“Yes.”

.. ...
“If I do not usurp myself, I am.”
.. ...
“Yes, didn’t you hear me say so? Mr. Savage speaking.”

.. ...
“What? Who’s ill? Of course it interests me.”
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