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                                                              • 'About Mr. Wickfield,' I suggested.
                                                                "Yes, I know the outlines," said Bond. "But I'd be glad for you to fill them in some time. And now what?"

                                                                                                                          • The vessel in question, it may be remembered, had specie on board. Some of the letters contained casual expressions, from which it might be gathered, that her foundering by night was not quite accidental. And one in particular, addressed by the elder St. Aubin to the younger, contained an account of his fortunate[397] escape, as he termed it, with his black, as much of the money as could conveniently be carried, and his wife; and their landing on the coast of France. The money obtained by this very suspicious adventure seems, from many after-allusions, to have been the first setting up of the desperate St. Aubin, in his triple calling of pirate, privateer, and smuggler, carried on for so many years after, with various degrees of success.
                                                                                                                            I replied that I was certain he was; but that I had not known him long myself, though he was a friend of my aunt's.
                                                                                                                            Charles. [Aside.] I’ve staggered him! [Aloud.] Lay but a finger on me and I’ll lay you with the dust.
                                                                                                                            Bond told him the whole story, not even omitting his passage with Ruby. He had developed much love, and total respect, for this man. He couldn't say why. It was partly animal magnetism and partly that Marc-Ange had so opened his heart to Bond, so completely trusted him with his own innermost secrets.
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                                                                                                                            'Huntercombe.'
                                                                                                                            "How about the gun? Am I supposed to take it through the German customs in a golfbag or something?"
                                                                                                                            Dreadful? Kronsteen was not interested in human beings-not even in his own children. Nor did the categories of `good' and `bad' have a place in his vocabulary. To him all people were chess pieces. He was only interested in their reactions to the movements of other pieces. To foretell their reactions, which was the greater part of his job, one had to understand their individual characteristics. Their basic instincts were immutable. Self-preservation, sex and the instinct of the herd-in that order. Their temperaments could be sanguine, phlegmatic, choleric or melancholic. The temperament of an individual would largely decide the comparative strength of his emotions and his sentiments. Character would greatly depend on upbringing and, whatever Pavlov and the Behaviourists might say, to a certain extent on the character of the parents. And, of course, people's lives and behaviour would be partly conditioned by physical strengths and weaknesses.
                                                                                                                            Bond heard slow steps approaching behind his chair.

                                                                                                                                                                                      • Bond bowed. He said, 'Please convey to his reverence that I am most grateful for his intercession on my behalf. I would be most honoured to have a place to lay my head in the home of Suzuki-san. My needs are very modest and I greatly enjoy the Japanese way of life. I would be most pleased to row the family boat or help the household in any other way.' He added, sotto voce, 'Tiger, I may need these people's help when the time comes. Particularly the girl's. How much can I tell her?'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • Dora bent her head over her drawing and said, after a little while - I had sat, in the interval, in a burning fever, and with my legs in a very rigid state -

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • Serov, a Hero of the Soviet union and a veteran of the famous predecessors of the M.G.B.-the Cheka, the Ogpu, the N.K.V.D. and the M.V.D.-was in every respect a bigger man than Beria. He had been directly behind the mass executions of the 1930s when a million died, he had been metteur en scène of most of the great Moscow show trials, he had organized the bloody genocide in the Central Caucasus in February 1944, and it was he who had inspired the mass deportations from the Baltic States and the kidnapping of the German atom and other scientists who had given Russia her great technical leap forward after the war.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • "Wonderful," said Bond. "It must be worth a lot of money."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • "Five clubs redoubled," said Basildon. "Your lead, Meyer."


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              •   Salvador watched in the side-view mirror till the Deathmobile disappeared in a swirl of dust. Thenhe slapped the steering wheel and blasted his ay-yay-yaying tape again.