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~::仿盛大传奇心法私服|Jimena Carranza::~

~::仿盛大传奇心法私服|Jimena Carranza::~



                                                                      • Goldfinger didn't take the bait. 'You can afford to now.'


                                                                        Bond couldn't imagine what kind of vehicle, if it was a vehicle, had made them. When the girl nudged him and whispered fiercely "I told you so", he could only say thoughtfully, "Well, Honey, if it isn't a dragon, it's something else I've never seen before."'Aye, aye,' he answered, 'you told me all that. There let it rest. We have said enough!'


                                                                                                                                          • "Yes, I suppose so," said Bond. "Well, goodbye, Gala." He held out his hand.


                                                                                                                                            A man sends out signals with his swagger; a woman, byrolling her hips. A man loosens his tie ever so slightly; awoman moistens her lips. On and on, the parties conveytheir interest in each other through their stances, glancesand postures until some small gesture synchronizes andsends the O.K.But Mr. Phancey wouldn't leave me alone. While I ate, he came and sat at my little table and told me some of his dull life-story and, in between episodes, slipped in questions about me and my plans-what parents I had, didn't I mind being so far from home, did I have any friends in the States? and so on-innocuous questions, put, it seemed to me, with normal curiosity. He was after all around forty-five, old enough to be my father, and though he was obviously a duty old man, they were a common enough breed, and anyway Mrs. Phancey was keeping an eye on us from the desk at the other end of the room.



                                                                                                                                                                                                              • How had she got there? What was she doing? Bond looked up and down the beach. It was not black, he now saw, but a deep chocolate brown. To the right he could see as far as the river mouth, perhaps five hundred yards away. The beach was empty and featureless except for a scattering of small pinkish objects. There were a lot of them, shells of some sort Bond supposed, and they looked decorative against the dark brown background. He looked to the left, to where, twenty yards away, the rocks of the small headland began. Yes, there was a yard or two of groove in the sand where a canoe had been drawn up into the shelter of the rocks. It must have been a light one or she couldn't have drawn it up alone. Perhaps the girl wasn't alone. But there was only one set of footprints leading down from the rocks to the sea and another set coming out of the sea and up the beach to where she now stood on the tideline. Did she live here, or had she too sailed over from Jamaica that night? Hell of a thing for a girl to do. Anyway, what in God's name was she doing here?


                                                                                                                                                                                                                AND INDIA.