His whole body ached as if he had been hit with a wooden stick. But as he stood up and shoved toward the narrow side road where the Citroen motor had started softly, he found he had no fracture. The Garretts’ backyard bar and grill sipping grilling and chilling flag. But Bond wasn’t inspired to make a desperate effort to escape, letting them pull into the back seat without resisting. Bond felt utterly depressed and weak in determination and in body. He had suffered so much in the past 24 hours, now his opponent’s last blow was seen as the finish. This time there could be no more miracles. No one knows where you are and no one will remember you until tomorrow morning.
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