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On Her Majesty's Secret Service by Ian Fleming
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Jun 10, 2012

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From Bond of Bond Street?
It was nine-thirty in the morning of yet another beautiful day of this beautiful year, but in Hyde Park, the fragrance of burning leaves meant that winter was only just round the corner.

Bond followed the porter along a passage hung with gleaming coast of arms in carved wood, up a dank cobwebby staircase, and round a corner to a heavy door over which was written in gold 'Griffon Or Pursuivant" under a representation of the said golden griffon. The porter knocked, opened the door and announced Bond, and left him facing, across an unkempt study littered with books, papers, and important-looking inscribed parchments, the top of a bald, round pink head fringed with grizzled curls. The room smelt like the crypt of a church.

From Ten Gorgeous Girls
It was one of those leather-padded bars, bogus masculine, and still, because of its newness, smelling like the inside of a new motor-car. It was made to look like a Tyrolean Stube by a big stone-fire-place with a roaring log fire and cartwheel chandeliers with red-stemmed electric 'candles.' There were many wrought-iron-gimmicks-wall-light brackets, ashtrays, table lamps-and the bart itself was 'gay' with small flags and miniature liqueur bottles. Attractive zither music tripped out from a hidden loud-speaker. It was not, Bond decided, a place to get seriously drunk in.


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