From Ian Fleming's "Doctor No"
CHAPTER 8
(Of Honey Rider, surprising her on the Crab Key beach)
The girl dropped her hand down from her face. It went to the knife at her belt. Bond watched her fingers curl around the hilt. He looked up at her face. Now he realized why her hand had instinctively gone to it. It was a beautiful face, with wide-apart deep blue eyes under lashes paled by the sun. The mouth was wide and when she stopped pursing the lips with tensions they would be full. It was a serious face and jawline was determined -- the face of a girl who fends for herself. And once, reflected Bond, she had failed to fend. For the nose was badly broken, smashed crooked like a boxer’s. Bond stiffened with revolt at what had happened to this supremely beautiful girl. No wonder this was her shame and not the beautiful firm breasts that now jutted toward him without concealment.
© 1958 by Glidrose Productions Ltd.