"Oh, God. You're hurt," she said flatly, and her nightmares were forgotten as she took off his shirt and washed the gashed rib with soap and water and bound it with strips of towel cut with one of the dead men's razor blades.
Charles. Are nothing more or less than Jacobites.
He next spoke of the fortunate chance of Lady Oswald’s being in the ship; and finally it was arranged, that Julia should remain in Edinburgh with Lady Oswald, till Lord L. should be apprised of her being there, and come for her. Fitz-Ullin now left them.
The man's soft brown eyes glittered with tension. The creased dark skin round the mouth had sunk into deeper folds. He said, holding Bond's eyes, 'I wish you to pay court to my daughter and marry her. On the day of the marriage, I will give you a personal dowry of one million pounds in gold.'
Through the slitted lids the ice-grey eyes flickered from side to side. The blunt, black gun stood at dead centre between the two men.
The girl raised her eyes from looking at her face and inspected him in the mirror, briefly and coolly.
She laughed. "You've established your identity. Now I'll get on with all this. See you about seven. 'Bye."
'Un banco de deux millions,' said the croupier.