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But you must take care, for the Russians are not friendly people.'
'Surely they would do no harm to a fisherman from Kuro?'
Kissy's heart choked her. She got up and walked slowly down to the boat. She
pushed the boat down the pebbles into the water and waited, at her usual place in the
stern, for him to get in and for his knees to clasp hers as they always did.
James Bond took his place and unshipped the oars, and the cormorant scrambled on
board and perched imperiously in the bows. Bond measured where the rest of the fleet
lay on the horizon and began to row.
Kissy smiled into his eyes and the sun shone on his back and, so far as James Bond
was concerned, it was a beautiful day just like all the other days had been - without a
cloud in the sky.
But then, of course, he didn't know that his name was James Bond. And, compared
with the blazing significance to him of that single Russian word on the scrap of paper,
his life on Kuro, his love for Kissy Suzuki, were, in Tiger's phrase, of as little account as
sparrows' tears.
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