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                                                              • Bond did so.
                                                                Goldfinger pressed Bond's hand briefly and pushed it away from him. It was another mannerism of the millionaire subconsciously afraid of'the touch'. He looked hard at Bond. He said enigmatically, 'I shouldn't be at all surprised, Mr Bond.'


                                                                                                                          • "Come on, Tiffany," he called. "We've got to take to the hills."

                                                                                                                            'As Em'ly's eyes - which was heavy - see this woman better,' Mr. Peggotty went on, 'she know'd as she was one of them as she had often talked to on the beach. Fur, though she had run (as I have said) ever so fur in the night, she had oftentimes wandered long ways, partly afoot, partly in boats and carriages, and know'd all that country, 'long the coast, miles and miles. She hadn't no children of her own, this woman, being a young wife; but she was a- looking to have one afore long. And may my prayers go up to Heaven that 'twill be a happiness to her, and a comfort, and a honour, all her life! May it love her and be dootiful to her, in her old age; helpful of her at the last; a Angel to her heer, and heerafter!'
                                                                                                                            Mr. Peggotty went occasionally to a public-house called The Willing Mind. I discovered this, by his being out on the second or third evening of our visit, and by Mrs. Gummidge's looking up at the Dutch clock, between eight and nine, and saying he was there, and that, what was more, she had known in the morning he would go there.

                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                            In fact, Le Chiffre had lost heavily all that afternoon. At this moment he only had ten million left.
                                                                                                                            "That's right." Mr. Snowman seemed even more reassured. He led the way down a narrow, thickly carpeted stairway into a large and glittering showroom which was obviously the real treasure house of the shop. Gold and diamonds and cut stones winked from lit cases round the walls.
                                                                                                                            The year 1877 dawned full of work and full of hope, in Batala. Fresh openings were appearing on all sides; and to the four Zenanas which at first could alone be entered, others had been already added. Then suddenly came a check. Miss Tucker鈥檚 hard-working companion, who had all through suffered much from the Panjab climate, broke down, and was ordered off to England. For Miss Tucker to remain alone at Batala, without a single European companion, could not be thought of; and so many Missionaries had been invalided during the past unhealthy year, that no one else could possibly be spared. She had perforce to return to Amritsar.
                                                                                                                            'How is she?' said my aunt, folding her arms with her bonnet still tied on one of them.
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                                                                                                                                                                                      • There was only one other event in this half-year, out of the daily school-life, that made an impression upon me which still survives. It survives for many reasons.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • To which again they do themselves convey.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • James Bond glanced down at the dim blue face of the dashboard clock. Ten-fifteen. With any luck, by this time tomorrow it would all be finished. After all, it was the life of this man Trigger against the life of 272. It wasn't exactly murder. Pretty near it, though. He gave a vicious blast on his triple wind horns at an inoffensive family saloon, took the roundabout in a quite unnecessary dry skid, wrenched the wheel harshly to correct it, and pointed the nose of the Bentley toward the distant glow that was London Airport.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • 'To be sure; of course,' said Miss Murdstone.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • The light nudge at his ankle woke Bond. He didn't move. His senses came to life like an animal's.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • 'Yes, sir.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • 'Ah!' said Mr. Peggotty, taking up her curls, and running them over his hand like water, 'here's another orphan, you see, sir. And here,' said Mr. Peggotty, giving Ham a backhanded knock in the chest, 'is another of 'em, though he don't look much like it.'