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                                                          • 'Schade! That is a pity.' But the eyes registered satisfaction. 'These installations bring good income for the Count. That is important. It helps to support his life's work, the Institut.'

                                                                                                                  • As Scaramanga's gaze swept by him without a flicker, Bond blessed the darkness of his suit-a black patch of shadow among so many others. In the sharp blacks and whites from the midday sun, Bond was well camouflaged.
                                                                                                                    Your humble Servant,
                                                                                                                    'I hope I shall be worthy of YOU, aunt. That will be enough for me.'
                                                                                                                    Leiter touched him on the arm and they moved casually away and back under the trees towards the car.

                                                                                                                     

                                                                                                                    'It's horrible,' she said. 'The things they did to you. And it was all my fault. If only . . .'
                                                                                                                    I think that I may say with truth that I rode hard to my end.
                                                                                                                    TO MRS. E鈥斺€?
                                                                                                                    In agricultural regions, though food was for a while plentiful, comfort vanished; and presently, through the failure to procure new agricultural machines, tillage itself degenerated into a kind of half-wit caricature of primitive methods. In manufacturing regions there was for a while a huge surplus of certain goods and a complete absence of others, while food became ever more difficult to obtain. Populations were slowly starved, their numbers shrinking, catastrophically. The remnant, generation by generation, turned more and more to tillage of a wretchedly inefficient type.

                                                                                                                                                                          • Till, when the smoke had vanished from the cinders,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • 'That's quite all right.' Bond felt there was something fishy in this. He couldn't put his finger on what it was.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • We had a few overnighters in the first week, and I found that I was expected to lend a hand with the housekeeping, but that too was all right with me, and anyway the customers slacked off, until, after October tenth there wasn't a single one.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • His last action was to slip his right hand under the pillow until it rested under the butt of the .38 Colt Police Positive with the sawn barrel. Then he slept, and with the warmth and humour of his eyes extinguished, his features relapsed into a taciturn mask, ironical, brutal, and cold.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • 'Not bad. Not bad at all. But you've missed out the joker in the pack. Man I'd never thought of until the Governor brought up his name. He's the richest of the lot. Man called Goldfinger. Auric Goldfinger.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • Oh, but he鈥檚 been long awa鈥?