From Ian Fleming's "Goldfinger"
CHAPTER 17
(Of Pussy Galore, at the hoods' conference.)
Bond liked the look of her. He felt the sexual challenge all beautiful lesbians have for men. He was amused by the uncompromising attitude that said to Goldfinger and to the room, “All mean are bastards and cheats. Don’t try any masculine hooks on me. I don't go for it. I’m in a separate league.” Bond thought she would be in her early thirties. She had pale, Rupert Brooke good looks with high cheekbones and a beautiful jawline. She had the only violet eyes Bond had ever seen. They were the true deep violet of a pansy and they looked candidly out at a world from beneath straight, black brows. Her hair, which was as black as Tilly Masterton’s, was worn in an untidy urchin cut. The mouth was a decisive slash of deep vermilion. Bond thought she was superb and, he noticed, so did Tilly Masterton, who was gazing at Miss Galore with worshipping eyes and lips that yearned. Bond decided that all was clear to him about Tilly Masterton.
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