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Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur

                                                                        • 'Why the high price in India?' Bond didn't really want to know. He thought M might ask him.

                                                                                                                                                • Tiffy took the bag and opened it. She looked past Bond and saw Scaramanga for the first time since the shooting. The pretty lips drew back in a snarl. She whispered fiercely so that only Bond could hear, "I'm goin' fix that man, but good. There's Mother Edna up Orange Hill way. She's an obeah top woman. I'll go up there tomorrow. Come a few days, he won't know what hit him." She took out a mirror and began doing up her face. Bond reached into his hip pocket and counted out five one-pound notes. He stuffed them into her open bag.
                                                                                                                                                  'I must go,' she said at last, rising as she spoke. 'It's late. You don't mistrust me?'
                                                                                                                                                  The girl interrupted fiercely, "I will talk! I shall tell everything. I'm not going to move. I'm going to stay with you."
                                                                                                                                                  “Hey,” a voice outside whispered. “You guys up?”
                                                                                                                                                  IV RECEPTION COMMITTEE

                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                  Apparently October fifteenth is a kind of magical date in this particular holiday world. Everything closes down on that day, except along the major highways. It is supposed to be the beginning of winter. There is the hunting season coming up, but the rich hunters have their own hunting clubs and camps in the mountains, and the poor ones take their cars to one or another of the picnic areas and climb up into the forests before dawn to get their deer. Anyway, around October fifteenth the tourists disappear from the scene and there is no more easy money to be made in the Adirondacks.
                                                                                                                                                  'Well?' said I.
                                                                                                                                                  "Well, ladies and gentlemen, here we have an exceptionally good number to start with. 738. Right in the top range and since I see a lot of new faces here tonight (laughter) I think we can all agree that the sea is exceptionally calm. Ladies and gentlemen. What am I bid for 738? May I say ?50? Will anybody bid me ?50 for this lucky number? 20 was it you said, Sir? Well, we've got to start somewhere. Any increase… 25. Thank you, madam. And 30. 40 over there, steward. And 45 from my friend Mr Rothblatt. Thank you, Charlie. Any increase on ?45 for No738? 50. Thank you, madam, and now we're all back where we started. (Laughter.) Any increase on ?50? Nobody tempted? High number. Calm sea. ?50. Will anybody say 55? Going at ?50. Going once. Going twice." And the raised hammer fell with a bang.
                                                                                                                                                  She tried to remember her lessons. Distracting pressure on some other part of the body. Distracting the attention. Distraction. The victim must not be at ease. His senses must be focused away. He must be unaware of the touch on his body. Anaesthetized by a stronger stimulus.
                                                                                                                                                  There was a knock on the door and, when a page came in for his bags, Bond followed him out of the room and along the corridor, and his mind was swept clean of everything except what waited at the mouth of the pipeline that lay open for him outside the swing-doors of the Ritz Hotel.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • Steerforth evaded the question for a little while; looking in scorn and anger on his opponent, and remaining silent. I could not help thinking even in that interval, I remember, what a noble fellow he was in appearance, and how homely and plain Mr. Mell looked opposed to him.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • Save in a martyr's grave;

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • 'MISTER, Flying Control is buzzing us. Wants to know who we are. They say this is restricted air.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • Agnes was in the drawing-room, waiting for her father, who was detained by someone in his office. She met me with her pleasant smile, and asked me how I liked the school. I told her I should like it very much, I hoped; but I was a little strange to it at first.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • But there had been no doubt about the girl. In the sniperscope, Bond had even been able to see one wide, heavily lashed, aiming eye. Had he hurt her? Almost certainly her left arm. There would be no chance of seeing her, seeing how she was, if she left with the orchestra. Now he would never see her again. Bond's window would be a death trap. To underline the fact, a stray bullet smashed into the mechanism of the Winchester, already overturned and damaged, and hot lead splashed down on Bond's hand, burning the skin. On Bond's emphatic oath, the firing stopped abruptly and silence sang in the room.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • 'You're first of the lot, Mas'r Davy!' said Mr. Peggotty with a happy face. 'Doen't keep in that coat, sir, if it's wet.'