From Ian Fleming's "Live and Let Die"

CHAPTER 11

(Of Solitaire, aboard The Silver Phantom.)

Solitaire called for him. The room smelled of Balmain’s ‘Vent Vert’. She was leaning on her elbow and looking down at him from the upper berth.

The bedclothes were pulled up round her shoulder. Bond guessed that she was naked. Her black hair fell away from her head in a dark cascade. With only the reading-lamp on behind her, her face was in shadow. Bond climbed up the little aluminum ladder and leant towards her. She reached towards him and suddenly the bedclothes fell away from her shoulders.

‘Damn you,’ said Bond. ‘You . . .

From Ian Fleming's "Live and Let Die"

CHAPTER 11

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