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类似于流星蝴蝶剑的手游|Lauretta Phillips - Storyteller

Lauretta Phillips


类似于流星蝴蝶剑的手游|Lauretta Phillips - Storyteller

                                                                              • "Made fabulous Easter eggs for the Czar and Czarina before the revolution."

                                                                                                                                                          • Take it easy, dammit! thought Bond. It's me who's supposed to have the nerves.Quarrel scratched his head. He looked sideways at Bond. "Yo don' plan we jess ditch dis girl?" he asked hopefully. "Ain't.nuttin to do wit we…" Suddenly he stopped. His head swivelled round and pointed like a dog's. He held up a hand for silence, listening intently.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • He didn't. He had no recollection of anything in the world but the face of his enemy and of the desperate urge to smash it. But his strength was going and finally, cursing feebly, he allowed her to manhandle him out of the kimono and paid heed to the voice that pleaded with him.EACH OBJECT CONTAINED ENOUGH CYANIDE TO KILL A HORSE

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • Bond smiled back at him. 'Now, what the hell?' he asked.'I don't reckon in dollars. Let's say ten pounds.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • It was perhaps five minutes later that Major Smythe felt a curious numbness more or less in the region of his solar plexus. He looked casually down, and his whole body stiffened with horror and disbelief. A patch of his skin, about the size of a cricket ball, had turned white under his tan, and, in the center of the patch, there were three punctures, one below the other, topped by little beads of blood. Automatically, Major Smythe wiped away the blood. The holes were only the size of pinpricks. Major Smythe remembered the rising flight of the scorpionfish, and he said aloud, with awe in his voice, but without animosity, "You got me, you bastard! By God, you got me!"‘Yes, you . . . you.’

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • 'If they do not eat the Amas, why should they eat a bit of tough Englishman? Look at the two fish eagles circling 1 That is an excellent augury. One alone would have been less propitious. Four would have been disastrous, for with us four is the same as your thirteen - the worst number of all. But, Bondo-san, does it not amuse you to think of that foolish dragon dozing all unsuspecting in his castle while St George comes silently riding towards his lair across the waves? It would make the subject for a most entertaining Japanese print.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • 'Don't hurry, David,' said Mr. Sharp. 'There's time enough, my boy, don't hurry.'The nearness of their bodies to the cliff was what had saved them, that and the slight protection of the overhang below which the sea had bitten into the base of the cliff. They had been buried by the deluge of smaller stuff. The heavier chunks, any one of which would have crushed them, had fallen outwards, the nearest missing them by a few feet. And their nearness to the cliff was the reason for Bond's right arm having been comparatively free so that they had been able to burrow out of the mound before they were stifled. Bond realized that if some reflex had not hurled him on top of Gala at the moment of the avalanche they would now both be dead.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • `In power politics, one doesn't often have the chance of being as quick and neat as you were tonight, Darko. And don't forget it's only one of their satellites you've punished, one of the men they always find to do their dirty work. Mark you,' said Bond, `I quite agree about the Russians. They simply don't understand the carrot. Only the stick has any effect. Basically they're masochists. They love the knout. That's why they were so happy under Stalin. He gave it them. I'm not sure how they're going to react to the scraps of carrot they're being fed by Khrushchev and Co. As for England, the trouble today is that carrots for all are the fashion. At home and abroad. We don't show teeth any more-only gums.''You know the Swiss, sir. God knows what kind of a retainer these lawyers have from Blofeld. But it's bound to be millionaire size. We might eventually get the address, but they'd be bound to tip off Blofeld if only to lay their hands on their fees before he vamoosed. Money's the religion of Switzerland.'

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