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"
Your
fordship
is
aware
that
I
shall
need
a
special
permit
.
.
.
"
"
The
necessary
orders
,
"
said
Mustapha
Mond
,
"
are
being
sent
to
the
Warden
of
the
Reservation
at
this
moment
.
You
will
proceed
at
once
to
the
Warden
’
s
Office
.
Good
-
morning
,
Mr
.
Marx
.
"
There
was
silence
.
Bernard
hung
up
the
receiver
and
hurried
up
to
the
roof
.
"
Warden
’
s
Office
,
"
he
said
to
the
Gamma
-
green
octoroon
.
At
ten
fifty
-
four
Bernard
was
shaking
hands
with
the
Warden
.
"
Delighted
,
Mr
.
Marx
,
delighted
.
"
His
boom
was
deferential
.
"
We
have
just
received
special
orders
.
.
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
said
Bernard
,
interrupting
him
.
"
I
was
talking
to
his
fordship
on
the
phone
a
moment
ago
.
"
His
bored
tone
implied
that
he
was
in
the
habit
of
talking
to
his
fordship
every
day
of
the
week
.
He
dropped
into
a
chair
.
"
If
you
’
ll
kindly
take
all
the
necessary
steps
as
soon
as
possible
.
As
soon
as
possible
,
"
he
emphatically
repeated
.
He
was
thoroughly
enjoying
himself
.
At
eleven
three
he
had
all
the
necessary
papers
in
his
pocket
.
"
So
long
,
"
he
said
patronizingly
to
the
Warden
,
who
had
accompanied
him
as
far
as
the
lift
gates
.
"
So
long
.
"
He
walked
across
to
the
hotel
,
had
a
bath
,
a
vibro
-
vac
massage
,
and
an
electrolytic
shave
,
listened
in
to
the
morning
’
s
news
,
looked
in
for
half
an
hour
on
the
televisor
,
ate
a
leisured
luncheon
,
and
at
half
-
past
two
flew
back
with
the
octoroon
to
Malpais
.
