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"
What
’
s
the
meaning
,
"
began
the
Director
,
"
of
this
monstrous
.
.
.
"
"
Tomakin
!
"
She
ran
forward
,
her
blanket
trailing
behind
her
,
threw
her
arms
round
his
neck
,
hid
her
face
on
his
chest
.
A
howl
of
laughter
went
up
irrepressibly
.
"
.
.
.
this
monstrous
practical
joke
,
"
the
Director
shouted
.
Red
in
the
face
,
he
tried
to
disengage
himself
from
her
embrace
.
Desperately
she
clung
.
"
But
I
’
m
Linda
,
I
’
m
Linda
.
"
’
The
laughter
drowned
her
voice
.
"
You
made
me
have
a
baby
,
"
she
screamed
above
the
uproar
.
There
was
a
sudden
and
appalling
hush
;
eyes
floated
uncomfortably
,
not
knowing
where
to
look
.
The
Director
went
suddenly
pale
,
stopped
struggling
and
stood
,
his
hands
on
her
wrists
,
staring
down
at
her
,
horrified
.
"
Yes
,
a
baby
–
and
I
was
its
mother
.
"
She
flung
the
obscenity
like
a
challenge
into
the
outraged
silence
;
then
,
suddenly
breaking
away
from
him
,
ashamed
,
ashamed
,
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
,
sobbing
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
my
fault
,
Tomakin
.
Because
I
always
did
my
drill
,
didn
’
t
I
?
Didn
’
t
I
?
Always
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
.
.
.
If
you
knew
how
awful
,
Tomakin
.
.
.
But
he
was
a
comfort
to
me
,
all
the
same
.
"
Turning
towards
the
door
,
"
John
!
"
she
called
"
John
!
"
He
came
in
at
once
,
paused
for
a
moment
just
inside
the
door
,
looked
round
,
then
soft
on
his
moccasined
feet
strode
quickly
across
the
room
,
fell
on
his
knees
in
front
of
the
Director
,
and
said
in
a
clear
voice
:
"
My
father
!
"
The
word
(
for
"
father
"
was
not
so
much
obscene
as
–
with
its
connotation
of
something
at
one
remove
from
the
loathsomeness
and
moral
obliquity
of
child
-
bearing
–
merely
gross
,
a
scatological
rather
than
a
pornographic
impropriety
)
;
the
comically
smutty
word
relieved
what
had
become
a
quite
intolerable
tension
.
Laughter
broke
out
,
enormous
,
almost
hysterical
,
peal
after
peal
,
as
though
it
would
never
stop
.
My
father
–
and
it
was
the
Director
!
My
father
!
Oh
Ford
,
oh
Ford
!
That
was
really
too
good
.
The
whooping
and
the
roaring
renewed
themselves
,
faces
seemed
on
the
point
of
disintegration
,
tears
were
streaming
.
Six
more
test
-
tubes
of
spermatozoa
were
upset
.
My
father
!
Pale
,
wild
-
eyed
,
the
Director
glared
about
him
in
an
agony
of
bewildered
humiliation
.
My
father
!
The
laughter
,
which
had
shown
signs
of
dying
away
,
broke
out
again
more
loudly
than
ever
.
He
put
his
hands
over
his
ears
and
rushed
out
of
the
room
.
