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                                                            • But those were not Bond's only thoughts. The beautiful strapping body of the girl beside him, incredibly erotic in the tight emphasis of the clinging brassiere and pants, came between him and his concern about the Moonraker. And anyway there was nothing he could do about the Moonraker for another hour. It was not yet five o'clock and the fuelling would not be finished until after six. It would only be then that he could get hold of Drax and make certain that for the next two nights the guards were strengthened on the cliff and that they had the right weapons. For he had seen for himself that there was plenty of water, even at low tide, for a submarine.


                                                                                                                        • You’re saying teenagers can’t beat guys three times their age?”
                                                                                                                          TO MISS 鈥楲EILA鈥 HAMILTON.
                                                                                                                          `France is looking after herself,' commented General G.
                                                                                                                          The heavy stone came down.

                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                          We transported the shellfish, or the 'relish' as Mr. Peggotty had modestly called it, up into our room unobserved, and made a great supper that evening. But Traddles couldn't get happily out of it. He was too unfortunate even to come through a supper like anybody else. He was taken ill in the night - quite prostrate he was - in consequence of Crab; and after being drugged with black draughts and blue pills, to an extent which Demple (whose father was a doctor) said was enough to undermine a horse's constitution, received a caning and six chapters of Greek Testament for refusing to confess.
                                                                                                                          The Dismissal Meeting of Missionaries was on the 11th of October; and two or three days later the Strathclyde sailed.
                                                                                                                          Sophia. Charlie! Charlie! O! what a moment!
                                                                                                                          Bond pricked up his ears.
                                                                                                                          Mr. Hendriks looked past Bond's right ear at nothing. The pressure of the silence built up. Mr. Hendriks shifted his weight from one foot to the other and finally broke down. His eyes shifted and looked thoughtfully at Bond. "And you. You are from London, isn't it?" "Yes. Do you know it?" "I have been there, yes." "Where do you usually stay?" There was hesitation. "With friends." "That must be convenient." "Pliss?"

                                                                                                                                                                                    • Note.—Any profits derived by A. L. O. E.’s relatives from the publication of this volume will be apportioned among those Missionary Societies in which she was especially interested.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • "Just came on the floor this morning," Tony shoots backwith an insincere smile. He folds his arms in front of hischest and turns himself sideways to her, pretending to bedistracted by something going on in the TV departmentnearby. His voice falters and weakens as he says, "It has thesame warranty as a new one."Rosa rubs the side of her nose in doubt. "Came on thefloor this morning? Fine. Can I have that in writing?"Tony's back is turned to her as he leans over the monitor,fiddling with the cables—any excuse not to look at her.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            • I began to think I would do it today.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • "Oh yes, it was lovely." For her the party was still going on.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    • Back punctually at five in the apartment, Bond narrowly averted a row with Captain Sender because, that evening, Bond took a stiff drink of the whiskey before he donned the hideous cowl that now stank of his sweat. Captain Sender had tried to prevent him, and when he failed, had threatened to call up Head of Station and report Bond for breaking training.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • "Well, go to Graham Associates and see if you can rent it for a month, or another bungalow near by. I don't mind what you pay. Say it's for a rich American, Mr James. Get the keys and pay the rent and say I'll write and confirm. I can telephone them if they want more details." Bond reached into his hip pocket and brought out a thick wad of notes. He handed half of it to Quarrel. "Here's two hundred pounds. That should cover all this. Get in touch if you want some more. You know where I'll be."

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