James Bond - 006 - Doctor No by Ian Fleming

Author:Ian Fleming
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Thrillers, General, Espionage, Fiction
ISBN: 0451020367
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2002-08-27T07:00:00+00:00

34

He heard her stir in the sleeping-bag. He looked down. He could just make out the pale profile turned towards him. She gave the deep sigh of a child before it falls asleep.

There was silence in the clearing. It was getting cold. Bond put his head down on his hunched knees. He knew it was no good trying to get to sleep. His mind was full of the day and of this extraordinary Girl Tarzan who had come into his life. It was as if some beautiful animal had attached itself to him. There would be no dropping the leash until he had solved her problems for her. He knew it. Of course there would be no difficulty about most of them. He could fix the operation—even, with the help of friends, find a proper job and a home for her. He had the money. He would buy her dresses, have her hair done, get her started in the big world. It would be fun. But what about the other side? What about the physical desire he felt for her? One could not make love to a child. But was she a child? There was nothing childish about her body or her personality.

She was fully grown and highly intelligent in her fashion, and far more capable of taking care of herself than any girl of twenty

Bond had ever met.

Bond’s thoughts were interrupted by a tug at his sleeve. The small voice said, “Why don’t you go to sleep? Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“It’s nice and warm in the sleeping-bag. Would you like to come, in? There’s plenty of room.”

“No thank you, Honey. I’ll be all right.”

There was a pause, then, almost in a whisper, “If you’re thinking

I mean—you don’t have to make love to me

We could go to sleep back to front, you know, like spoons.”

“Honey, darling, you go to sleep. It’d be lovely to be like that, but not tonight. Anyway I’ll have to take over from Quarrel soon.”

“Yes, I see.” The voice was grudging. “Perhaps when we get back to Jamaica.”

“Perhaps.”

“Promise. I won’t go to sleep until you promise.”

Bond said desperately, “Of course I promise. Now go to sleep, Honeychile.”

The voice whispered triumphantly, “Now you owe me slave-time. You’ve promised. Good night, darling James.”

“Good night, darling Honey.”

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