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.Then I can come back to Jamaica and buy Beau Desert.I'd be rich enough to find a nice husband and have some children.Now that I've found these Venus shells I've worked out that I might be back in Jamaica by the time I'm thirty.Won't that be lovely?”“I like the last part of the plan.But I'm not so sure of the first.Anyway, where did you find out about these call girls? Were they under G in the encyclopedia?”“Of course not.Don't be silly.There was a big case about them in New York about two years ago.There was a rich playboy called Jelke.He had a whole string of girls.There was a lot about the case in the Gleaner.They gave all the prices and everything.And anyway, there are thousands of those sort of girls in Kingston, only of course not such good ones.They only get about five shillings and they have no where to go and do it except the bush.My Nanny told me about them.She said I mustn't grow up like them or I'd be very unhappy.I can see that for only five shillings.But for a hundred dollars.!”Bond said, “You wouldn't be able to keep all of that.You'd have to have a sort of manager to get the men, and then you'd have to bribe the police to leave you alone.And you could easily go to prison if something went wrong.I really don't think you'd like the work.I'll tell you what, with all you know about animals and insects and so on you could get a wonderful job looking after them in one of the American zoos.Or what about the Jamaica Institute? I'm sure you'd like that better.You'd be just as likely to meet a nice husband.Anyway you mustn't think of being a call girl any more.You've got a beautiful body.You must keep it for the men you love.”“That's what people say in books,” she said doubtfully.“The trouble is there aren't any men to love at Beau Desert.” She said shyly, “You're the first Englishman I've ever talked to.I liked you from the beginning.I don't mind telling you these things at all.I suppose there are plenty of other people I should like if I could get away.”“Of course there are.Hundreds.And you're a wonderful girl.I thought so directly I saw you.”“Saw my behind, you mean.” The voice was getting drowsy,' but it was full of pleasure*.Bond laughed.“Well, it was a wonderful behind.And the other side was wonderful too.” Bond's body began to stir with the memory of how she had been.He said gruffly, “Now come on, Honey.It's time to go to sleep.There'll be plenty of time to talk when we get back to Jamaica.”“Will there?” she said sleepily.“Promise?”“Promise.”He heard her stir in the sleeping-bag.He looked down.He could just make out the pale profile turned towards him.She gave the deep sigh of a child before it falls asleep.There was silence in the clearing.It was getting cold.Bond put his head down on his hunched knees.He knew it was no good trying to get to sleep.His mind was full of the day and of this extraordinary Girl Tarzan who had come into his life.It was as if some beautiful animal had attached itself to him.There would be no dropping the leash until he had solved her problems for her.He knew it.Of course there would be no difficulty about most of them.He could fix the operation-even, with the help of friends, find a proper job and a home for her.He had the money.He would buy her dresses, have her hair done, get her started in the big world.It would be fun.But what about the other side? What about the physical desire he felt for her? One could not make love to a child.But was she a child? There was nothing childish about her body or her personality.She was fully grown and highly intelligent in her fashion, and far more capable of taking care of herself than any girl of twenty Bond had ever met.Bond's thoughts were interrupted by a tug at his sleeve.The small voice said, “Why don't you go to sleep? Are you cold?”“No, I'm fine.”“It's nice and warm in the sleeping-bag.Would you like to come, in? There's plenty of room.”“No thank you, Honey.I'll be all right.”There was a pause, then, almost in a whisper, “If you're thinking.I mean-you don't have to make love to me.We could go to sleep back to front, you know, like spoons.”“Honey, darling, you go to sleep.It'd be lovely to be like that, but not tonight.Anyway I'll have to take over from Quarrel soon.”“Yes, I see.” The voice was grudging.“Perhaps when we get back to Jamaica.”“Perhaps.”“Promise.I won't go to sleep until you promise.”Bond said desperately, “Of course I promise.Now go to sleep, Honeychile.”The voice whispered triumphantly, “Now you owe me slave-time.You've promised.Good night, darling James.”“Good night, darling Honey.”Bond 6 - Dr.NoXIITHE THINGThe grip on Bond's shoulder was urgent.He was instantly on his feet.Quarrel whispered fiercely, “Somepn comin” across de water, cap'n! It de dragon fo sho!"The girl woke up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]