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~::传奇私服如何让怪物简化|Jimena Carranza::~

~::传奇私服如何让怪物简化|Jimena Carranza::~

                                          Jamaica dogwood, fish-poison tree (Piscidia erythrina): Tree, 30 ft. White and blood-coloured flowers. Inebriant. Toxic principle: piscidine. W. Indies.As Sluggsy shouted, "Scram, Horror!" I dived for my gun and, prone in the grass, clumsily fired it at Sluggsy. I would probably have missed him anyway, but he was already on the move, weaving across the lawn toward the cabins like a football player, with the thin man scrambling desperately after him. I fired again, but the gun kicked high, and then they were out of range and Sluggsy disappeared into Number 1 cabin away on the right.

                                          'Clever! She brings everything to a grindstone,' said Steerforth, and sharpens it, as she has sharpened her own face and figure these years past. She has worn herself away by constant sharpening. She is all edge.'

                                                                                'I hope I shall be worthy of YOU, aunt. That will be enough for me.'

                                                                                She took her hand away from his and put her face in her hands. When she removed them she was smiling. ' I'm sorry, James. It's so much what I've been dreaming of. It came as a shock. But yes. Yes, of course I'll marry you. And I won't be silly about it. I won't make a scene. Just kiss me once and I'll be going.' She looked seriously at him, at every detail of his face. Then she leaned forward and they kissed."Okay," Leiter pushed away his empty plate. "I'll be around and try and pick up the bits. And I'll tell Ernie to keep an eye on you. But don't think you can ask for a lawyer or the British Consul if you get in bad with the Mob. Only law firm out there's called Smith and Wesson." He banged on the table with his hook. "Better have one last Bourbon and branch-water. It's desert where you're going. Dry as a bone and hotter'n hell at this time of year. No rivers, so no branches to get the water out of. You'll be drinking it with soda and then mopping it off your forehead. It'll be one-twenty in the shade out there. Only there isn't any shade."

                                                                                                                      The jockey started to cry softly. "Jeesus, Boss. That weren't my fault. Happen to anybody." It was the whimper of a child who is going to be punished. Bond winced.I stopped. "You'll have to do the rest."

                                                                                                                      AND INDIA.