From Ian Fleming's "For Your Eyes Only"

(Of Judy Havelock, during a tense forest encounter.)

They looked warily at each other. The girl look like a beautiful unkempt dryad in ragged shirt and trousers. The shirt and trousers were olive green, crumpled and splashed with mud and stains and torn in places, and she had bound her pale blond hair with golden-rod to conceal its brightness for her crawl through the meadow. The beauty of her face was wild and rather animal, with a wide sensuous mouth, high cheekbones, and silvery, gray disdainful eyes. The was the blood of scratches on the forearms and down one cheek, and a bruise had puffed and slightly blackened the same cheekbone.

From Ian Fleming's "For Your Eyes Only"

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