I never knew that hair could stand up on end. I thought it was invented by writers. But I heard a scratching on the pillow round my ears and I felt the fresh night air on my scalp. "I wanted to scream, but I couldn't." "My limbs were frozen." "I couldn't move hand or foot." I thought these too were fictions. They aren't. I simply lay and stared, noting my physical sensations-even to the symptom that my eyes were so wide open that they ached. But I couldn't move a finger. I was-another phrase from books-frightened stiff, stiff as a board.
They drew up in the courtyard behind the house and the proprietor and his wife came out to greet them.
There was a pause. "Do the police think so?"
M. said sharply, "Close that door, Miss Moneypenny.
17 SOMETHING EVIL COMES THIS WAY
The first Russian revolution, under Lenin, had been mainly a groping but sincere expression of the will for true community, and also an act of vengeance against a cruel and inefficient master class. When the leaders of the Revolution had established their power, they proceeded to remake the whole economy of Russia for the benefit of the workers. Foreign hostility, however, forced them to sacrifice much to military necessity. Not only the physical but also the mental prosperity of the population suffered. What should have become a population of freely inquiring, critical, and responsible minds became instead a mentally-regimented population, prone to mob enthusiasm and contempt for unorthodoxy. Danger favoured the dictatorship of one man and the dominance of a disciplined and militarized party. The will for true community tended more and more to degenerate into the passion for conformity within the herd and for triumph over the herd’s enemies.
Bond turned to Tiffany. "That was a queer business," he said. "Extraordinary thing to do. Sea's as calm as glass." He shrugged his shoulders. "The only answer is that they know something." The matter was of no interest, anyway. "Someone's told them something." He turned and looked carelessly at the two men and then let his eyes swing past and away from them. "They seem to be quite interested in us."
Back at the house, Kissy went happily about preparing a highly spiced dish of sukiyaki, the national dish of beef stew. This was not only a great treat, for they seldom ate meat, but Kissy didn't know if her love-potions had any taste and it would be wise not to take any chances. When it was ready, with a trembling hand, she poured the brown powder and the liquid into Bond's portion and stirred it well. Then she brought the dishes in to where the family awaited, squatting on the tatami before the low table.
'Wheer's Em'ly?' said Mr. Peggotty.
The girl dropped her hand down from her face. It went to the knife at her belt. Bond watched the fingers curl round the hilt. He looked up at her face. Now he realized why her hand had instinctively gone to it. It was a beautiful face, with wide-apart deep blue eyes under lashes paled by the sun. The mouth was wide and when she stopped pursing the lips with tension they would be full. It was a serious face and the jawline was determined-the face of a girl who fends for herself. And once, reflected Bond, she had failed to fend. For the nose was badly broken, smashed crooked like a boxer's. Bond stiffened with revolt at what had happened to this supremely beautiful girl. No wonder this was her shame and not the beautiful firm breasts that now jutted towards him without concealment.