He had seen, for the first time in his life, theface of a girl whose cheeks were not the colour of chocolate or dogskin, whose hairwas auburn and permanently waved, and whose expression (amazing novelty!) wasone of benevolent interest. Yes,\" and his voicesuddenly took on a new resonance, he turned with a proud squaring of theshoulders, a proud, defiant lifting of the chin \"to show that I'm a man … Oh!\" Hegave a gasp and was silent, gaping. And then to show that I can bear pain without crying out. \"For the sake ofthe pueblo–to make the rain come and the corn grow.
\"Do you mean to say that you wantedto be hit with that whip?\"Still averted from her, the young man made a sign of affirmation. She uncovered her faceand, for the first time, looked at the stranger. Always.\" Tears stood in the young man'seyes he was ashamed and turned away.Astonishment made Lenina forget the deprivation of soma. Themultitudinous seas incarnadine.\" He flung out his arms in a lavish gesture then,despairingly, let them fall again. They could have had twice as much blood from me. \"Why wouldn't they let mebe the sacrifice? I'd have gone round ten times–twelve, fifteen.
\"I wish I had my soma!\"\"I ought to have been there,\" the young man went on.
\"A gramme is better than a damn,\" said Lenina mechanically from behind herhands.
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