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                                            • The Property of a Lady

                                                “Running is tough on the legs,” Dr. Davis said. She was so gentle and apologetic, I could tell whatelse she was thinking: “Especially your legs, big fella.”

                                                                                        • In the previous spring, when first Charlotte Tucker decided to go out, she wrote in one letter a statement of the financial plan to be followed. 鈥業 have arranged with the Society,鈥 she said, 鈥榯o pay 200 rupees a quarter for my board and lodging, exclusive of Munshi[36] and conveyance.鈥 For this she had been told to expect a bedroom and a bathroom; meals being taken with the other Missionaries. She had also been told that she would require an Ayah and 鈥榟alf a tailor.鈥 鈥業 do not want superfluities,鈥 she wrote; 鈥榝or mine is a modest income, and I should not like to spend it all on myself.鈥橖/p>

                                                                                          'Yes, yes.' The man called over to the group, and one of his colleagues wearing a Red Cross brassard on his arm fetched his black box from the vehicle and came over. He clucked his tongue over Bond's injuries and, while his interrogator told Bond's story to the Captain, bade Bond follow him into the toflette in the station. There, by the light of a torch, he washed Bond's wounds, applied quantities of iodine that stung like hell, and then strapped wide strips of Elastoplast over the damage. Bond looked at his face in the mirror. He laughed. Hell of a bridegroom he was going to make! The Red Cross man cluck-clucked in sympathy, produced a flask of. brandy out of his box, and offered it to Bond. Bond gratefully took a long swig. The interpreter came in. 'There is nothing we can do here. It will need a helicopter from the mountain rescue team. We must go back to Samaden and report. You wish to come?'Bond made good progress. When Mathis came to see him three days later he was propped up in bed and his arms were free. The lower half of his body was still shrouded in the oblong tent, but he looked cheerful and it was only occasionally that a twinge of pain narrowed his eyes.

                                                                                                                                    • A: Yes, I have two children by my first marriage — a boy 26 and a girl 22. He's working at a gas station and the girl is a senior at Boston College … . When she left home at 15, I said the only thing I ask of her was not to smoke. So she's done that. What else she does, I don't know, but she doesn't smoke.

                                                                                                                                      AND INDIA.