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                                              • 'Parfait,' said the sommelier, proffering the leather-bound wine list.

                                                                                            • Sister Lily gave a squeak of dismay. "Oh, but really." She sounded genuinely embarrassed. "Sister Rose, the key, quickly. I've said again and again that patients are never to be brought in like that." There was impatience and distaste in her voice. "Really, that outside staff! It's time they had a talking to."

                                                                                              She was happy and useful, was prospering as she had hoped. That was all she told me of herself. The rest referred to me.

                                                                                              “Sweet!”

                                                                                               

                                                                                              Grant's suggestion that the United States had no requirement for the horses of Lee's army and that the men might find these convenient for "spring ploughing" was received by Lee with full appreciation. The first matter in order after the completion of the surrender was the issue of rations to the starving Southern troops. "General Grant," said Lee, "a train was ordered by way of Danville to bring rations to meet my army and it ought to be now at such a point," naming a village eight or nine miles to the south-west. General Sheridan, with a twinkle in his eye, now put in a word: "The train from the south is there, General Lee, or at least it was there yesterday. My men captured it and the rations will be available." General Lee turns, mounts his old horse Traveller, a valued comrade, and rides slowly through the ranks first of the blue and then of the grey. Every hat came off from the men in blue as an expression of respect to a great soldier and a true gentleman, while from the ranks in grey there was one great sob of passionate grief and finally, almost for the first time in Lee's army, a breaking of discipline as the men crowded forward to get a closer look at, or possibly a grasp of the hand of, the great leader who had fought and failed but whose fighting and whose failure had been so magnificent.
                                                                                              'Yes, sir.'
                                                                                              "Well, gentlemen," he said jovially as he reached their table. "Are the lambs ready for the slaughter and the geese for the plucking?" He grinned and in wolfish pantomime drew a finger across his throat. "We'll go ahead and lay out the axe and the basket. Made your wills?"
                                                                                              “Beautiful! beautiful!” repeated the voice of thunder from within the adjacent perpendicular rock.
                                                                                              Were lingering martyrdom; it were to die

                                                                                                                                          • Bond's chest skidded over the hump of the buttocks and thudded into the small of the girl's back. The impact emptied the breath out of her with a soft grunt. The fingers of Bond's left hand flew to the throat and found the carotid artery. His right hand was on the waist of the rifle's stock. He prised the fingers away, felt that the safety catch was on and reached the rifle far to one side.

                                                                                                                                                                                        • Le Chiffre seemed to make up his mind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    • "The last time it was five thousand dollars. Seems like you don't know who I am. Didn't the cool cat tell you?" Bond glanced at Tiffy. She was standing very still, her hands by her sides. The knuckles were white.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • Back on Broadway after 27 years

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • 'I am sorry,' I returned, 'that there is only one bed here, and that I -'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • “That one hope,” he continued, speaking with effort, and from his visibly increasing agitation, without noticing the interruption, “that one hope, was all that gave life value in my eyes.”