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And
what
’
s
more
,
"
Fanny
went
on
,
pointing
an
accusing
finger
,
"
there
’
s
been
nobody
else
except
Henry
all
that
time
.
Has
there
?
"
Lenina
blushed
scarlet
;
but
her
eyes
,
the
tone
of
her
voice
remained
defiant
.
"
No
,
there
hasn
’
t
been
any
one
else
,
"
she
answered
almost
truculently
.
"
And
I
jolly
well
don
’
t
see
why
there
should
have
been
.
"
"
Oh
,
she
jolly
well
doesn
’
t
see
why
there
should
have
been
,
"
Fanny
repeated
,
as
though
to
an
invisible
listener
behind
Lenina
’
s
left
shoulder
.
Then
,
with
a
sudden
change
of
tone
,
"
But
seriously
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
really
do
think
you
ought
to
be
careful
.
It
’
s
such
horribly
bad
form
to
go
on
and
on
like
this
with
one
man
.
At
forty
,
or
thirty
-
five
,
it
wouldn
’
t
be
so
bad
.
But
at
your
age
,
Lenina
!
No
,
it
really
won
’
t
do
.
And
you
know
how
strongly
the
D
.
H
.
C
.
objects
to
anything
intense
or
long
-
drawn
.
Four
months
of
Henry
Foster
,
without
having
another
man
–
why
,
he
’
d
be
furious
if
he
knew
.
.
.
"
"
Think
of
water
under
pressure
in
a
pipe
.
"
They
thought
of
it
.
"
I
pierce
it
once
,
"
said
the
Controller
.
"
What
a
jet
!
"
He
pierced
it
twenty
times
.
There
were
twenty
piddling
little
fountains
.
"
My
baby
.
My
baby
.
.
.
!
"
"
Mother
!
"
The
madness
is
infectious
.
"
My
love
,
my
one
and
only
,
precious
,
precious
.
.
.
"
Mother
,
monogamy
,
romance
.
High
spurts
the
fountain
;
fierce
and
foamy
the
wild
jet
.
The
urge
has
but
a
single
outlet
.
My
love
,
my
baby
.
No
wonder
these
poor
pre
-
moderns
were
mad
and
wicked
and
miserable
.
Their
world
didn
’
t
allow
them
to
take
things
easily
,
didn
’
t
allow
them
to
be
sane
,
virtuous
,
happy
.
What
with
mothers
and
lovers
,
what
with
the
prohibitions
they
were
not
conditioned
to
obey
,
what
with
the
temptations
and
the
lonely
remorses
,
what
with
all
the
diseases
and
the
endless
isolating
pain
,
what
with
the
uncertainties
and
the
poverty
–
they
were
forced
to
feel
strongly
.
And
feeling
strongly
(
and
strongly
,
what
was
more
,
in
solitude
,
in
hopelessly
individual
isolation
)
,
how
could
they
be
stable
?
