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"
Who
’
s
Miranda
?
"
But
the
young
man
had
evidently
not
heard
the
question
.
"
O
wonder
!
"
he
was
saying
;
and
his
eyes
shone
,
his
face
was
brightly
flushed
.
"
How
many
goodly
creatures
are
there
here
!
How
beauteous
mankind
is
!
"
The
flush
suddenly
deepened
;
he
was
thinking
of
Lenina
,
of
an
angel
in
bottle
-
green
viscose
,
lustrous
with
youth
and
skin
food
,
plump
,
benevolently
smiling
.
His
voice
faltered
.
"
O
brave
new
world
,
"
he
began
,
then
-
suddenly
interrupted
himself
;
the
blood
had
left
his
cheeks
;
he
was
as
pale
as
paper
.
"
Are
you
married
to
her
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Am
I
what
?
"
"
Married
.
You
know
–
for
ever
.
They
say
’
for
ever
’
in
the
Indian
words
;
it
can
’
t
be
broken
.
"
"
Ford
,
no
!
"
Bernard
couldn
’
t
help
laughing
.
John
also
laughed
,
but
for
another
reason
–
laughed
for
pure
joy
.
"
O
brave
new
world
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
O
brave
new
world
that
has
such
people
in
it
.
Let
’
s
start
at
once
.
"
"
You
have
a
most
peculiar
way
of
talking
sometimes
,
"
said
Bernard
,
staring
at
the
young
man
in
perplexed
astonishment
"
And
,
anyhow
,
hadn
’
t
you
better
wait
till
you
actually
see
the
new
world
?
"
