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                                                        • He carried his bag across the parched lawn, between the beds of Beauty Bush and forced gladioli, and let himself into the neat spare double room with the armchair, the bedside table, the Currier and Ives print, the chest of drawers and the brown plastic ash-tray that are standard motel equipment all over America. The lavatory and shower were immaculate and neatly designed and, as Leiter had prophesied, the tooth glasses were contained in paper bags 'fox your protection' and the lavatory seat was barred by a strip of paper which said 'sanitized'.

                                                                                                                • Thilopon has been traced as the motive power behind the notorious Bar Mecca murder case and as a result of that unpleasant affair the police rounded up more than 5000 purveyors of the drug in a matter of weeks.
                                                                                                                  We drove to a little inn in a by-road, where we were expected, and where we had a very comfortable dinner, and passed the day with great satisfaction. If Peggotty had been married every day for the last ten years, she could hardly have been more at her ease about it; it made no sort of difference in her: she was just the same as ever, and went out for a stroll with little Em'ly and me before tea, while Mr. Barkis philosophically smoked his pipe, and enjoyed himself, I suppose, with the contemplation of his happiness. If so, it sharpened his appetite; for I distinctly call to mind that, although he had eaten a good deal of pork and greens at dinner, and had finished off with a fowl or two, he was obliged to have cold boiled bacon for tea, and disposed of a large quantity without any emotion.


                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                  "Cuban?"
                                                                                                                  Without saying anything more, they got up and left the table and walked out of the noisy room to the staircase. As they went down the stairs to the deck below, Bond's arm went round the girl's waist and her head fell against his shoulder.
                                                                                                                  Soon after this time I took from their repository a portion of the unpublished papers which I had written during the last years of our married life, and shaped them, with some additional matter, into the little work entitled "Utilitarianism"; which was first published, in three parts, in successive numbers of Fraser's Magazine, and afterwards reprinted in a volume.
                                                                                                                  There was no response. Had the man lied? Had he killed her with the poison?
                                                                                                                  ii. A Synthetic War

                                                                                                                                                                        • There was dust, I believe. There was a good deal of dust, I believe. I have a faint impression that Mr. Spenlow remonstrated with me for riding in it; but I knew of none. I was sensible of a mist of love and beauty about Dora, but of nothing else. He stood up sometimes, and asked me what I thought of the prospect. I said it was delightful, and I dare say it was; but it was all Dora to me. The sun shone Dora, and the birds sang Dora. The south wind blew Dora, and the wild flowers in the hedges were all Doras, to a bud. My comfort is, Miss Mills understood me. Miss Mills alone could enter into my feelings thoroughly.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • "Chap seemed to want to gamble, so I accommodated him. Now he goes and gets all the cards…"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • "KERIST, whassat?" Sluggsy had backed away, and his hand was inside his leather jacket.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • THE last thing Bond remembered before the telephone rang was Tiffany bending over him in bed and kissing him and saying, "You shouldn't sleep on the heart-side, my treasure. It's bad for the heart. It might stop beating. Turn over." And obediently he had turned and as the door clicked he was at once asleep again with her voice and the sigh of the Atlantic and the soft roll of the ship holding him in their arms.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • “It must be all false together,” said Frances.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • We did not stay there, after dinner, but came upstairs into the drawing-room again: in one snug corner of which, Agnes set glasses for her father, and a decanter of port wine. I thought he would have missed its usual flavour, if it had been put there for him by any other hands.