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We will rendezvous there. Gordienko switched to Greek and Markos replied briefly. Then more silence. Ariadne caught Bonds hand and held it against her breast. He felt her heart beating, fast but not wildly. He kissed her hand. Good luck, my friends, Gordienko stood with his fingers More Page More Page More Page More Page Noble Garden twisting the door-knob. Bond thought he jones beach

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could be no hanging about, then. But before they moved . . . Bond ran across to where Markos had fallen. The Greek lay on his face, his arms stretched forward as if he were diving. There was a large thick patch More Page More Page More Page More Page Noble Garden of blood on his cheap cotton jacket below the left antifreeze

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spared no attention for the wound the Walther slug had torn in the chest. It was the face that interested him, a pale, More Page More Page More Page More Page Noble Garden hook-nosed face with unusually heavy eyelids, now half-closed so t.

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