“But of course, you did not let him touch any thing?” said the Earl.
Bond's voice was eager. 'Very much. There's no other point in working.'
Now was the moment when it would be the end of the game if Bond made a mistake, let his man off the hook. He had a slightly downhill lie, otherwise an easy chip - but to the trickiest green on the course. Bond played it like a man. The ball ended six feet from the pin. Goldfinger played well out of his bunker, but missed the longish putt. Now Bond was only one down.
'Even the old flowers are here,' said I, looking round; 'or the old kinds.'
As they rose to go, a man brushed past Bond to get to the exit. He was a stocky man with a white masko over his mouth and he wore an ugly leather hat. The man on the train!
Nell. [Aside.] How long she may have had her dress, I know not; but in one sense I am sure it is short enough.
Each eyeball in turn emitted a dull ting. "These," said Doctor No, "see everything."
Mr. Peggotty seemed very much shocked at himself for having made a speech capable of this unfeeling construction, but was prevented from replying, by Peggotty's pulling his sleeve, and shaking her head. After looking at Mrs. Gummidge for some moments, in sore distress of mind, he glanced at the Dutch clock, rose, snuffed the candle, and put it in the window.