From Ian Fleming's "A View to a Kill"

(Of Mary Ann Russell, Bond at a Paris streetcorner cafe.)

A battered black Peugeot 403 broke out of the center stream of traffic, cut across the inside line of cars, and pulled in to a double park at the curb. There was the usual screaming of brakes, hooting, and yelling Quite unmoved, a girl got out of the car and, leaving the traffic to sort itself out, walked purposefully across the sidewalk. Bond sat up. She had everything, absolutely everything that belonged in his fantasy.

From Ian Fleming's "A View to a Kill"

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