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So Patrick moved in this darkness, the eye of the flashlight swallowing the colours, the room turning under his gaze like a jewel. What had been theatrical seemed locked within metamorphosis. He wanted to put his hand up and unbutton a blouse, remove a shoe. He moved quickly towards a figure but it was only a queen draped over a chair, sitting the way a queen would sit. He heard the cheers from the hall once more. Patrick switched off the light and stood there. His eyes remembering scarlet, the puff of a blue sleeve, the flat brown feet pathetic as a peacock's under such grand costuming. A broken ochre hand. A splash. He turned to face the sound. He moved forward, one hand in front of him to hold away the costumed bodies, lifting his feet up high so he would not trip in the darkness. He thought, I am moving like a puppet. He touched an arm in the darkness not fully realizing it was human. A hand came from somewhere and held his wrist. "Hello, Patrick." He turned on the flashlight. She was waiting for the light, like a good actress, ready to be revealed. "No one is allowed here while I wash. I knew it had to be you. . . . " She was wearing a singlet and had been washing herself from a bowl, her hands now squeezing out a cloth in the basin and wiping her face, streaks of flesh across the paint. One line of colour remained that seemed to show her frowning. Behind her a puppet slowly pivoted. He could smell the candle she must have blown out as soon as she heard him enter. "You can help with the paint on my neck. " Patrick did not speak. The light moved down her arm to the bowl, illuminated her hand which wet the cloth, squeezed it, and moved forward to give it to him. She saw his right hand reach to take it from her. His hand began to wipe her neck. He removed the brown paint, turned her around and slowly wiped the vermilion frown-mark by her mouth, the light close on her face. He rinsed out the cloth again and holding her forehead steady wiped the targets off her eyes, cloth over one finger for precision, the blue left iris wavering at the closeness ... so that it was not Alice Gull but something more intimate - an eye muscle having to trust a fingertip to remove that quarter-inch of bright yellow around her sight. They were now many hours into the night. In her room on Verral Avenue. He had just seen the sleeping child. - I wasn't married, she said. Her father is dead. He was like a comitidjiis.A chetnik. Do you know what that means? He shook his head continuing to look out the window into the rain. He felt there was space in her small rooms only when he looked out. -Open it, Patrick. If it's raining the cat will want to come in. They are national guerrillas. Political activists. Freedom-fighters in Bulgaria and Turkey and Serbia. They were tortured, then some of them came here. They have a very high level of justice. She smiled, then continued. -They are very difficult to live with.
At length he removed the thick scroll from the rack, and replaced it with a[Pg 15] second book of musical manuscript. Then the church re-echoed with sounds of a brilliant fugue.
“Dearest Edra,” I said, taking her hand, “I love you as much as if one mother had given us birth. But I love Yoletta with a different love — not as one loves a sister. She is more to me than any one else in the world; so much is she that life without her would be a burden. Do you not know what that means?” And then, remembering Yoletta’s words on the hills, I added: “Do you not know of more than one kind of love?”
Bond took the sharp corner and accelerated up to fifty. The viaduct carrying the Paris autoroute loomed up ahead. The dark mouth of the tunnel beneath it opened and swallowed him. The noise of his exhaust was gigantic, and for an instant there was a tunnel smell of cold and damp. Then he was out in the sunshine again and immediately across the Carrefour Royal. Ahead the oily tarmac glittered dead straight for two miles through the enchanted forest and there was a sweet smell of leaves and dew. Bond cut his speed to forty. The driving-mirror by his left hand shivered slightly with his speed. It showed nothing but an empty unfurling vista of road between lines of trees that curled away behind him like a green wake. No sign of the killer. Had he taken fright? Had there been some hitch? But then there was a tiny black speck in the centre of the convex glass - a midge that became a fly and then a bee and then a beetle. Now it was a crash helmet bent low over handlebars between two big black paws. God, he was coming fast! Bond's eyes flickered from the mirror to the road ahead and back to the mirror. When the killer's right hand went for his gun . . . !
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The noise did not appear to be coming from any particulardirection. First they discovered bird droppings in their detectorand checked for other possible malfunctions, but soon ruledthese out. They knew that any noise from within theatmosphere would be stronger when the detector was notpointing straight up than when it was, because light rays travelthrough much more atmosphere when received from near thehorizon than when received from directly overhead. The extranoise was the same whichever direction the detector waspointed, so it must come from outside the atmosphere. It wasalso the same day and night and throughout the year, eventhough the earth was rotating on its axis and orbiting aroundthe sun. This showed that the radiation must come frombeyond the Solar System, and even from beyond the galaxy, asotherwise it would vary as the movement of earth pointed thedetector in different directions.
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The Arrest--Doubt and Love--Daisy and the Necklace--The Search--The heart of Daisy Snarle.
“This is really terrible,” said Frederick, with a display of considerable emotion. “I cannot tell you how shocked I am! One could not help being fond of Colonel Clery. He was a man in a thousand, and though our acquaintance was so short I feel his loss as that of an old and dear friend. Will you think me indiscreet if I ask how Lady Alice bears this crushing blow?”
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2.A man with a square face, cat-like eyes, and a yellow moustache, came next. He had an hour-glass of a waist, and walked uneasily upon his high-heeled boots. “Tell your master that he shall have two millions more, but not another shilling,” Rafael said. “That story about the five-and-twenty millions of ready money at Cronstadt is all bosh. They won’t believe it in Europe. You understand me, Count Grogomoffski?”
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