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                                                                                                                              • Chapter 11 “The Claverings”

                                                                                                                                "I like to have a good look at the people we employ, Mr Bond." The voice was sharp and pitched high.
                                                                                                                                "You're quite sure of all this?"
                                                                                                                                From then on, every quarter, he would visit the office of the Foos carrying an empty suitcase. On the broad desk there would be one thousand new Jamaican pounds in neat bundles and the two gold bars, which diminished inch by inch, together with a typed slip showing the amount sold and the price obtained in Macao. It was all very simple and friendly and highly businesslike, and Major Smythe didn't think that he was being submitted to any form of squeeze other than the duly recorded ten percent. In any case, he didn't particularly care. Four thousand net a year was good enough for him, and his only worry was that the income tax people would get after him and ask him what he was living on. He mentioned this possibility to the Foos. But they said he was not to worry, and for the next four quarters, there was only nine hundred pounds instead of a thousand on the table and no comment was made by either side. Squeeze had been administered in the right quarter.

                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                鈥楾hunder again! If I have a storm to-night in the mountains, how sublime it will look!鈥橖br> 'But advocates and proctors are not one and the same?' said I, a little puzzled. 'Are they?'
                                                                                                                                'Copperfield,' said Mr. Murdstone.
                                                                                                                                'Dead, Mr. Peggotty?' I hinted, after a respectful pause.
                                                                                                                                'Thank you, Sair Hilary. An apple-juice, if you please."

                                                                                                                                                                                            • This little episode on the fringe of the Russian Empire was of no general significance. The focus of interest was always Tibet itself. The two imperial powers had, of course tried to frustrate the Tibetan revolution, but at first each had regarded the strange commotion on ‘the Roof of the World’ as a comic side-show. Each had been concerned to gain a diplomatic victory over its rival in the Tibetan no-man’s-land rather than to preserve the old Tibetan régime. But when the revolution was actually accomplished, the Russian and Chinese oligarchs began to be alarmed. And when it became evident that the insignificant Tibetan state was fomenting the subversive forces beyond its frontiers and planning a world-wide revolution, both the imperial governments began to take serious action. The campaign of terrorism which each undertook within its own frontiers was not as successful as had been hoped. The progressive minority, disciplined by Tibetan leaders, showed fanatical courage. Moreover each imperial government at first made the mistake of fostering the subversive movement in its rival’s territory. Not till matters had become very grave was this policy abandoned by a tacit agreement between the two great powers to postpone all action against one another till the epidemic of sedition had been crushed. Even so, neither could trust the other not to use the crushing of the Tibetan experiment as a pretext for annexing the country. Whenever one of the two powers threatened invasion if Tibetan propaganda did not cease, the government at Lhasa was able to count on diplomatic or even military intervention by the other.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • “This is for real, Billy,” Jenn said. Tears began trickling down her face. “We’re going to die outhere. We’re going to die today.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • ‘To be sure,’ assented Malevsky, ‘why should she have a husband?’

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    • "That's right." Mr. Snowman seemed even more reassured. He led the way down a narrow, thickly carpeted stairway into a large and glittering showroom which was obviously the real treasure house of the shop. Gold and diamonds and cut stones winked from lit cases round the walls.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • There was a soft click. Bond put down the receiver and walked thoughtfully across the lawn to his room.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • On the beaten stretch of sand below where James Bond was sitting, two golden girls in exciting bikinis packed up the game of Jokari which they had been so provocatively playing, and raced each other up the steps towards Bond's shelter. They flaunted their bodies at him, paused and chattered to see if he would respond, and, when he didn't, linked arms and sauntered on towards the town, leaving Bond .wondering why it was that French girls had more prominent navels than any others. Was it that French surgeons sought to add, even in this minute respect, to the future sex-appeal of girl babies?