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                                                    • 'When I loved Dora - fondly, Agnes, as you know -'
                                                      We all held our breath, I think. I am sure Uriah held his.

                                                                                                      • Was 10 miles from Urique en La Sierra and knew that snap was not good, had to painfully crawldown into Urique because I had no choice but to get here, and my left foot looks like elephantitis!
                                                                                                        'Martha,' he replied, 'got married, Mas'r Davy, in the second year. A young man, a farm-labourer, as come by us on his way to market with his mas'r's drays - a journey of over five hundred mile, theer and back - made offers fur to take her fur his wife (wives is very scarce theer), and then to set up fur their two selves in the Bush. She spoke to me fur to tell him her trew story. I did. They was married, and they live fower hundred mile away from any voices but their own and the singing birds.'
                                                                                                        The champagne which Bond had ordered on their arrival stood on a plated wine-cooler beside their table and Bond poured out two full glasses. Vesper busied herself with a delicious home-made liver paté and helped them both to the crisp French bread and the thick square of deep yellow butter set in chips of ice.
                                                                                                        We all remained quiet; Agnes covering her face.
                                                                                                        'My dear young Davy,' he said, clapping me on the shoulder again, 'you are a very Daisy. The daisy of the field, at sunrise, is not fresher than you are. I have been at Covent Garden, too, and there never was a more miserable business. Holloa, you sir!'

                                                                                                         

                                                                                                        Kerim translated. The gipsy looked sourly at Bond and said a few bitter words.
                                                                                                        A blank, through which the warriors of poetry and history march on in stately hosts that seem to have no end - and what comes next! I am the head-boy, now! I look down on the line of boys below me, with a condescending interest in such of them as bring to my mind the boy I was myself, when I first came there. That little fellow seems to be no part of me; I remember him as something left behind upon the road of life - as something I have passed, rather than have actually been - and almost think of him as of someone else.
                                                                                                        With that he rose in a great hurry, and was going out of the room, when I made bold to say that I feared, then, there was no way of arranging the matter?
                                                                                                        I had grown much older during the last month; and my love, with all its transports and sufferings, struck me myself as something small and childish and pitiful beside this other unimagined something, which I could hardly fully grasp, and which frightened me like an unknown, beautiful, but menacing face, which one strives in vain to make out clearly in the half-darkness. . . .
                                                                                                        Scaramanga stopped in his stride and looked hard at Bond. "These are all respectable guys, mister whoosis." "Hazard is the name."

                                                                                                                                                        • Bond resigned himself and listened to Vallance talking to the House of Diamonds. "Not until 3.30? In that case would you please tell Mr Saye that two of my men will be calling on him at 3.30 sharp. Yes, I'm afraid it is rather important. Only a formality of course. Routine inquiry. I don't expect it will take up more than ten minutes of Mr Saye's time. Thank you so much. Yes. Assistant Commissioner Vallance. That's right. Scotland Yard. Yes. Thank you. Goodbye."

                                                                                                                                                                                                          • They mock the name; it were not thus, if thou

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • "That's fine. Now, last question and then we'll go and have dinner and tell each other our life stories. But, by the way, what's happened to your chief, Ross?"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • 'I think that would be a mistake, Sair Hilary. And surely you will need all the time you have to complete your duties for the Count. No' - it was an order - 'I am afraid, with many apologies, that what you ask is out of the question.' She glanced at her watch and clapped her hands. 'And now, girls,' she called, 'it is time for the supper. Come along! Come along!'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • "It damn well is."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    • 'Do she though?' said Mr. Barkis.