Bond sat for a moment frozen to his chair. Suddenly, there flashed unwanted into his mind that most sinister line in poetry: 'They reckon ill who leave me out. When me they fly, I am the wings.
Related Authors: Ian Fleming | Diamonds Are Forever
Related Topics: fear, flight, pursuit
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