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Jahter of Marc-Ange Draco, of Marseilles The ic circumstances that were reported in the Press at the tie and Ja

M G writes:

I was happy and proud to serve Co the past three years at the Ministry of Defence If indeed our fears for hiest these simple words for his epitaph? Many of the junior staff here feel they represent his philosophy: I shall not wastethem I shall use my time'

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SPARROWS' TEARS

WHEN Kissy saw the figure, black-winged in its kimono, crash down into the sea, she sensed that it was her man, and she covered the two hundred yards from the base of the wall as fast as she had ever swum in her life The tremendous impact with the water had at first knocked all the wind out of Bond, but the will to live, so nearly extinguished by the searing pain in his head, was revived by the new but recognizable ene to free hiht she was Blofeld and tried to strike out at her

'It's Kissy,' she said urgently, 'Kissy Suzuki! Don't you remember?'

He didn't He had no recollection of anything in the world but the face of his eneth was going and finally, cursing feebly, he allowed her to manhandle him out of the kimono and paid heed to the voice that pleaded with hiet tired I will pull you with me We are all trained in such rescue work'

But, when she started off, Bond didn't follow her Instead he swam feebly round and round like a wounded ani circles She almost wept What had happened to him? What had they done to him at the Castle of Death? Finally she stopped him and talked softly to him and he docilely allowed her to put her arms under his armpits and, with his head cradled between her breasts, she set off with the traditional backward leg-stroke

It was an airl - half a mile with currents to contend with and only the ive her a bearing, but she achieved it and finally hauled Bond out of the water in her little cove and collapsed on the flat stones beside hiroan from Bond He had been quietly sick and now sat with his head in his hands, looking blankly out to sea with the glazed eyes of a sleepwalker When Kissy put an aruely towards her 'Who are you? How did I get here? What is this place?' He examined her more carefully 'You're very pretty'

Kissy looked at hilory blazed across her ? You do not remember who you are and where you came from?'

Bond passed a hand across his forehead, squeezed his eyes 'Nothing,' he said wearily 'Nothing except a man's face I think he was dead I think he was a bad '

'My name is Kissy Suzuki and you are my lover Your naether It is a very good life But can you walk a little? I et you some food and a doctor to see you You have a terrible wound on the side of your head and there is a cut on your ribs You ulls' eggs' She stood up and held out her hands

Bond took theently guided hi the path towards the Suzuki house But she passed it and went on and up to the grove of dwarf maples and camellia bushes She led hie and the earth floor was dry She said, 'This is where you live I live here with you I had put away our bed things I will go and fetch them and some food Now lie down, my beloved, and rest and I will look after you You are ill, but the doctor will ain'