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"
What
have
you
been
doing
to
him
?
"
she
demanded
fiercely
.
"
I
won
’
t
have
you
striking
the
children
.
"
"
Well
then
,
keep
them
away
from
this
bed
.
"
The
Savage
’
s
voice
was
trembling
with
indignation
.
"
What
are
these
filthy
little
brats
doing
here
at
all
?
It
’
s
disgraceful
!
"
"
Disgraceful
?
But
what
do
you
mean
?
They
’
re
being
death
-
conditioned
.
And
I
tell
you
,
"
she
warned
him
truculently
,
"
if
I
have
any
more
of
your
interference
with
their
conditioning
,
I
’
ll
send
for
the
porters
and
have
you
thrown
out
.
"
The
Savage
rose
to
his
feet
and
took
a
couple
of
steps
towards
her
.
His
movements
and
the
expression
on
his
face
were
so
menacing
that
the
nurse
fell
back
in
terror
.
With
a
great
effort
he
checked
himself
and
,
without
speaking
,
turned
away
and
sat
down
again
by
the
bed
.
Reassured
,
but
with
a
dignity
that
was
a
trifle
shrill
and
uncertain
,
"
I
’
ve
warned
you
,
"
said
the
nurse
,
"
I
’
ve
warned
you
,
"
said
the
nurse
,
"
so
mind
.
"
Still
,
she
led
the
too
inquisitive
twins
away
and
made
them
join
in
the
game
of
hunt
-
the
-
zipper
,
which
had
been
organized
by
one
of
her
colleagues
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
"
Run
along
now
and
have
your
cup
of
caffeine
solution
,
dear
,
"
she
said
to
the
other
nurse
.
The
exercise
of
authority
restored
her
confidence
,
made
her
feel
better
.
"
Now
children
!
"
she
called
.
Linda
had
stirred
uneasily
,
had
opened
her
eyes
for
a
moment
,
looked
vaguely
around
,
and
then
once
more
dropped
off
to
sleep
.
Sitting
beside
her
,
the
Savage
tried
hard
to
recapture
his
mood
of
a
few
minutes
before
.
"
A
,
B
,
C
,
vitamin
D
,
"
he
repeated
to
himself
,
as
though
the
words
were
a
spell
that
would
restore
the
dead
past
to
life
.
But
the
spell
was
ineffective
.
Obstinately
the
beautiful
memories
refused
to
rise
;
there
was
only
a
hateful
resurrection
of
jealousies
and
uglinesses
and
miseries
.
Popé
with
the
blood
trickling
down
from
his
cut
shoulder
;
and
Linda
hideously
asleep
,
and
the
flies
buzzing
round
the
spilt
mescal
on
the
floor
beside
the
bed
;
and
the
boys
calling
those
names
as
she
passed
.
.
.
.
Ah
,
no
,
no
!
He
shut
his
eyes
,
he
shook
his
head
in
strenuous
denial
of
these
memories
.
"
A
,
B
,
C
,
vitamin
D
.
.
.
"
He
tried
to
think
of
those
times
when
he
sat
on
her
knees
and
she
put
her
arms
about
him
and
sang
,
over
and
over
again
,
rocking
him
,
rocking
him
to
sleep
.
"
A
,
B
,
C
,
vitamin
D
,
vitamin
D
,
vitamin
D
.
.
.
"
The
Super
-
Vox
-
Wurlitzeriana
had
risen
to
a
sobbing
crescendo
;
and
suddenly
the
verbena
gave
place
,
in
the
scent
-
circulating
system
,
to
an
intense
patchouli
.
Linda
stirred
,
woke
up
,
stared
for
a
few
seconds
bewilderly
at
the
Semi
-
finalists
,
then
,
lifting
her
face
,
sniffed
once
or
twice
at
the
newly
perfumed
air
and
suddenly
smiled
–
a
smile
of
childish
ecstasy
.
