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~::传奇私服佣兵天下版本|Jimena Carranza::~

~::传奇私服佣兵天下版本|Jimena Carranza::~



                                                        • SAVANNAH LA MAR.


                                                          'What is he now?' I asked.February 12, 1908.


                                                                                                                • Mr Springer had the glazed eyes of someone who is either very rich or very dead. The eyes were pale blue opaque glass marbles which briefly recognized Bond and then turned inwards again in complete absorption with self. The rest of Mr Springer was a 'man of distinction' - casually pin-striped, Hathaway-shirted, Aqua-Velva'd. He gave the impression of someone who found himself in the wrong company - a first-class ticket holder in a third-class compartment, a man from the stalls who has been shown by mistake to a seat in the pit.'Hit' - mobese for murder. When Bond at last got to bed that night, he couldn't wipe the word out of his mind. Oddjob had got the signal, a double ring,-and Springer and his guard had got hit. There had been nothing Bond could have done about it - even if he had wanted to, and Mr Helmut Springer meant nothing to him, probably richly deserved to be hit anyway - but now some 59,998 other people were going to get hit unless he, and only he, could do something about it.


                                                                                                                  He smiled as he caught himself sending this company of dead gamblers a message, that they should see that all went well.



                                                                                                                                                                        • TO MRS. HAMILTON."Tell you later. I'll be okay. But you tell me what happened to you last night. How in hell did you manage to get away from the crabs? What went wrong with that bastard's plan? All night long I could only think of you out there being slowly eaten to death. God, what a thing to have dreamed up! What happened?"


                                                                                                                                                                          AND INDIA.