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"
Quick
,
quick
!
"
yelled
Bernard
.
"
They
’
ll
be
killed
if
you
don
’
t
hurry
.
They
’
ll
.
.
.
Oh
!
"
Annoyed
by
his
chatter
,
one
of
the
policemen
had
given
him
a
shot
from
his
water
pistol
.
Bernard
stood
for
a
second
or
two
wambling
unsteadily
on
legs
that
seemed
to
have
lost
their
bones
,
their
tendons
,
their
muscles
,
to
have
become
mere
sticks
of
jelly
,
and
at
last
not
even
jelly
-
water
:
he
tumbled
in
a
heap
on
the
floor
.
Suddenly
,
from
out
of
the
Synthetic
Music
Box
a
Voice
began
to
speak
.
The
Voice
of
Reason
,
the
Voice
of
Good
Feeling
.
The
sound
-
track
roll
was
unwinding
itself
in
Synthetic
Anti
-
Riot
Speech
Number
Two
(
Medium
Strength
)
.
Straight
from
the
depths
of
a
non
-
existent
heart
,
"
My
friends
,
my
friends
!
"
said
the
Voice
so
pathetically
,
with
a
note
of
such
infinitely
tender
reproach
that
,
behind
their
gas
masks
,
even
the
policemen
’
s
eyes
were
momentarily
dimmed
with
tears
,
"
what
is
the
meaning
of
this
?
Why
aren
’
t
you
all
being
happy
and
good
together
?
Happy
and
good
,
"
the
Voice
repeated
.
"
At
peace
,
at
peace
.
"
It
trembled
,
sank
into
a
whisper
and
momentarily
expired
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
want
you
to
be
happy
,
"
it
began
,
with
a
yearning
earnestness
.
"
I
do
so
want
you
to
be
good
!
Please
,
please
be
good
and
.
.
.
"
Two
minutes
later
the
Voice
and
the
soma
vapour
had
produced
their
effect
.
In
tears
,
the
Deltas
were
kissing
and
hugging
one
another
–
half
a
dozen
twins
at
a
time
in
a
comprehensive
embrace
.
Even
Helmholtz
and
the
Savage
were
almost
crying
.
A
fresh
supply
of
pill
-
boxes
was
brought
in
from
the
Bursary
;
a
new
distribution
was
hastily
made
and
,
to
the
sound
of
the
Voice
’
s
richly
affectionate
,
baritone
valedictions
,
the
twins
dispersed
,
blubbering
as
though
their
hearts
would
break
.
"
Good
?
bye
,
my
dearest
,
dearest
friends
,
Ford
keep
you
!
Good
?
bye
,
my
dearest
,
dearest
friends
,
Ford
keep
you
.
Good
?
bye
my
dearest
,
dearest
.
.
.
"
When
the
last
of
the
Deltas
had
gone
the
policeman
switched
off
the
current
.
The
angelic
Voice
fell
silent
.
"
Will
you
come
quietly
?
"
asked
the
Sergeant
,
"
or
must
we
anæsthetize
?
"
He
pointed
his
water
pistol
menacingly
.
"
Oh
,
we
’
ll
come
quietly
,
"
the
Savage
answered
,
dabbing
alternately
a
cut
lip
,
a
scratched
neck
,
and
a
bitten
left
hand
.
Still
keeping
his
handkerchief
to
his
bleeding
nose
Helmholtz
nodded
in
confirmation
.
Awake
and
having
recovered
the
use
of
his
legs
,
Bernard
had
chosen
this
moment
to
move
as
inconspicuously
as
he
could
towards
the
door
.
"
Hi
,
you
there
,
"
called
the
Sergeant
,
and
a
swine
-
masked
policeman
hurried
across
the
room
and
laid
a
hand
on
the
young
man
’
s
shoulder
