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"
I
wonder
if
you
’
d
mind
giving
me
my
Malthusian
belt
.
"
Lenina
sat
,
listening
to
the
footsteps
in
the
other
room
,
wondering
,
as
she
listened
,
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
.
"
.
.
.
.
.
"
But
is
it
serious
?
Is
she
really
bad
?
I
’
ll
go
at
once
.
.
.
"
.
.
.
.
.
"
Not
in
her
rooms
any
more
?
Where
has
she
been
taken
?
"
.
.
.
.
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
What
’
s
the
address
?
"
.
.
.
.
.
"
Three
Park
Lane
–
is
that
it
?
Three
?
Thanks
.
"
Lenina
heard
the
click
of
the
replaced
receiver
,
then
hurrying
steps
.
A
door
slammed
.
There
was
silence
.
Was
he
really
gone
?
With
an
infinity
of
precautions
she
opened
the
door
a
quarter
of
an
inch
;
peeped
through
the
crack
;
was
encouraged
by
the
view
of
emptiness
;
opened
a
little
further
,
and
put
her
whole
head
out
;
finally
tiptoed
into
the
room
;
stood
for
a
few
seconds
with
strongly
beating
heart
,
listening
,
listening
;
then
darted
to
the
front
door
,
opened
,
slipped
through
,
slammed
,
ran
It
was
not
till
she
was
in
the
lift
and
actually
dropping
down
the
well
that
she
began
to
feel
herself
secure
.
The
Park
Lane
Hospital
for
the
Dying
was
a
sixty
-
story
tower
of
primrose
tiles
.
As
the
Savage
stepped
out
of
his
taxicopter
a
convoy
of
gaily
-
coloured
aerial
hearses
rose
whirring
from
the
roof
and
darted
away
across
the
Park
,
westwards
,
bound
for
the
Slough
Crematorium
.
At
the
lift
gates
the
presiding
porter
gave
him
the
information
he
required
,
and
he
dropped
down
to
Ward
81
(
a
Galloping
Senility
ward
,
the
porter
explained
)
on
the
seventeenth
floor
.
