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Theyd mostly done the fighting during the occupation . . .
A large part of which was against rival organizations on the same side, said Bond dryly. But what do you care about the civil war? You cant have been more than six when it ended.
Seven. More Page Pollution Ive studied it. Ariadne looked sheepish.
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Anyway, what about your father and Litsas? They were on the wrong side in it, I gather.
Please, James, it was no joke to me. Father became very reactionary. He joined what was known as the National Army. Most of More Page Pollution them were Fascists, terrorists, no-good people. Litsas joined it too. He was 
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liaison officer with the British for a time, but he transferred because he wanted to be in the fighting. And kill Communists. You know, Ariadne- There he is. There. They had been moving along the More Page Pollution walk that follows the curve of Pasalimani, the larger of Piraeuss two yacht-basins. On the far side, the pontiac
water held scores of assorted craft, from fishing-boats and twelve-foot sailing dinghies to yachts as opulent as any in the Mediterranean. Immediately below, on the narrow stretch More Page Pollution of yard, boats in various stages of repair and conversion were being worked on. Bond immediately picked out a tall white-shirted figure evidently giving concert tickets
instruction to a couple of cowed-looking employees. As Ariadne and he turned towards the steps leading down to the yard, Bond More Page Pollution went on with his train of thought. From what youve been saying, this man sounds exactly the opposite of someone whod help your side. Its also your side for the moment, remember. concert tickets
hes very pro-British. And although hes always been mad at me for joining the Communist More Page Pollution Party I think hes continued to be fond of me, because he loves my father. And theres something I know about the other side which may help if he becomes obstinate. Litsas turned and saw them. He oscillococinum
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sensual, though Bond More Page Pollution imagined - rightly - that it would harden to a fierce line in times of action. The belly showed no trace of fat and the shoulders and upper arms bulged with muscle. Bond put him down as a loyal friend and a totally implacable and More Page Pollution ruthless.
