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They drew up in the courtyard behind the house and the proprietor and his wife came out to greet them。
Monsieur Versoix was a middle…aged man with one arm。 The other he had lost fighting with the Free French in Madagascar。 He was a friend of the chief of police of Royale and it was the missaire who had suggested the place to Vesper and had spoken to the proprietor on the telephone。 As a result； nothing was going to be too good for them。
Madame Versoix had been interrupted in the middle of preparing dinner。 She wore an apron and held a wooden spoon in one hand。 She was younger than her husband； chubby and handsome and warm…eyed。 Instinctively Bond guessed that they had no children and that they gave their thwarted affection to their friends and some regular customers； and probably to some pets。 He thought that their life was probably something of a struggle and that the inn must be very lonely in winter…time with the big seas and the noise of the wind in the pines。
The proprietor showed them to their rooms。
Vesper's was a double room and Bond was next door； at the corner of the house； with one window looking out to sea and another with a view of the distant arm of the bay。 There was a bathroom between them。 Everything was spotless； and sparsely fortable。
The proprietor was pleased when they both showed their delight。 He said that dinner would be at seven…thirty and that Madame la patronne was preparing broiled lobsters with melted butter。 He was sorry that they were so quiet just then。 It was Tuesday。 There would be more people at the week…end。 The season had not been good。 Generally they had plenty of English people staying； but times were difficult over there and the English just came for a week…end at Royale and then went home after losing their money at the Casino。 It was not like the old days。 He shrugged his shoulders philosophically。 But then no day was like the day before； and no century like the previous one； and 。 。 。
'Quite so；' said Bond。
CHAPTER 23 … TIDE OF PASSION
They were talking on the threshold of Vesper's room。 When the proprietor left them； Bond pushed her inside and closed the door。 Then he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks。
'This is heaven；' he said。
Then he saw that her eyes were shining。 Her hands came up and rested on his forearms。 He stepped right up against her and his arms dropped round her waist。 Her head went back and her mouth opened beneath his。
'My darling；' he said。 He plunged his mouth down on to hers； forcing her teeth apart with his tongue and feeling her own tongue working at first shyly then more passionately。 He slipped his hands down to her swelling buttocks and gripped them fiercely； pressing the centres of their bodies together。 Panting； she slipped her mouth away from his and they clung together while he rubbed his cheek against hers and felt her hard breasts pressing into him。 Then he reached up and seized her hair and bent her head back until he could kiss her again。 She pushed him away and sank back exhausted on to the bed。 For a moment they looked at each other hungrily。
'I'm sorry； Vesper；' he said。 'I didn't mean to then。'
She shook her head； dumb with the storm which had passed through her。
He came and sat beside her and they looked at each other with lingering tenderness as the tide of passion ebbed in their veins。
She leant over and kissed him on the corner of the mouth； then she brushed the black ma of hair back from his damp forehead。
'My darling；' she said。 'Give me a cigarette。 I don't know where my bag is。' She looked vaguely round the room。
Bond lit one for her and put it between her lips。 She took a deep lungful of smoke and let it pour out through her mouth with a slow sigh。
Bond put his arm round her； but she got up and walked over to the window。 She stood there with her back to him。
Bond looked down at his hands and saw they were still trembling。
'It's going to take some time to get ready for dinner；' said Vesper still not looking at him。 'Why don't you go and bathe？ I'll unpack for you。'
Bond left the bed and came and stood close against her。 He put his arms round her and put a hand over each breast。 They filled his hands and the nipples were hard against his fingers。 She put her hands over his and pressed them into her； but still she looked away from him out of the window。
'Not now；' she said in a low voice。
Bond bent and burrowed his lips into the nape of her neck。 For a moment he strained her hard to him； then he let her go。
'All right； Vesper；' he said。
He walked over to the door and looked back。 She had not moved。 For some reason he thought she was crying。 He took a step towards her and then realized that there was nothing to say between them then。
'My love；' he said。
Then he went out and shut the door。
Bond walked along to his room and sat down on the bed。
He felt weak from the passion which had swept through his body。 He was torn between the desire to fall back full…length on the bed and his longing to be cooled and revived by the sea。 He played with the choice for a moment； then he went over to his suitcase and took out white linen bathing…drawers and a dark blue pyjama…suit。
Bond had always disliked pyjamas and had slept naked until in Hong Kong at the end of the war he came across the perfect promise。 This was a pyjama…coat which came almost down to the knees。 It had no buttons； but there was a loose belt round the waist。 The sleeves were wide and short； ending just above the elbow。 The result was cool and fortable and now when he slipped the coat on over his trunks； all his bruises and scars were hidden except the thin white bracelets on wrists and ankles and the mark of SMERSH on his right hand。
He slipped his feet into a pair of dark…blue leather sandals and went downstairs and out of the house and across the terrace to the beach。 As he passed across the front of the house he thought of Vesper； but he refrained from looking up to see if she was still standing at the window。 If she saw him； she gave no sign。
He walked along the waterline on the hard golden sand until he was out of sight of the inn。 Then he threw off his pyjama…coat and took a short run and a quick flat dive into the small waves。 The beach shelved quickly and he kept underwater as long as he could； swimming with powerful strokes and feeling the soft coolness all over him。 Then he surfaced and brushed the hair out of his eyes。 It was nearly seven and the sun had lost much of its heat。 Before long it would sink beneath the further arm of the bay； but now it was straight in his eyes and he turned on his back and swam away from it so that he could keep it with him as long as possible。
When came ashore nearly a mile down the bay the shadows had already engulfed his distant pyjamas but he knew he had time to lie on the hard sand and dry before the tide of dusk reached him。
He took off his bathing…trunks and looked down at his body。 There were only a few traces left of his injuries。 He shrugged his shoulders and lay down with his limbs spread out in a star and gazed up at the empty blue sky and thought of Vesper。
His feelings for her were confused and he was impatient with the confusion。 They had been so simple。 He had intended to sleep with her as soon as he could； because he desired her and also because； and he admitted it to himself； he wanted coldly to put the repairs to his body to the final test。 He thought they would sleep together for a few days and then he might see something of her in London。 Then would e the inevitable disengagement which would be all the easier because of their positions in the Service。 If it was not easy； he could go off on an assignment abroad or； which was also in his mind； he could resign and travel to different parts of the world as he had always wanted。
But somehow she had crept under his skin and over the last two weeks his feelings had gradually changed。
He found her panionship easy and unexacting。 There was something enigmatic about her which was a constant stimulus。 She gave little of her real personality away and he felt that however long they were together there would always be a private room inside her which he could never invade。 She was thoughtful and full of consideration without being slavish and without promising her arrogant spirit。 And now he knew that she was profoundly； excitingly sensual； but that the conquest of her body； because of the central privacy in her； would each time have the sweet tang of rape。 Loving her physically would each time be a thrilling voyage without the anticlimax of arrival。 She would surrender herself avidly； he thought； and greedily enjoy all the intimacies of the bed without ever allowing herself to be possessed。
Naked； Bond lay and tried to push away the conclusions he read in the sky。 He turned his head and looked down the beach and saw that the shadows of the headland were almost reaching for him。
He stood up and brushed off as much of the sand as he could reach。 He reflected that he would have a bath when he got in and he absent…mindedly picked up his trunks and started walking back along the beach。 It was only when he reached his pyjama…coat and bent to pick it up that he realized he was still naked。 Without bothering about the trunks； he slipped on the light coat and walked on to the hotel。
At that moment his mind was made up。
CHAPTER 24 … FRUIT DéFENDU
When he got back to his room he was touched to find all his belongings put away and in the bathroom his toothbrush and shaving things neatly arranged at one end of the glass shelf over the wash…basin。 At the other end was Vesper's toothbrush and one or two small bottles and a jar of face…cream。
He glanced at the bottles and was surprised to see that one contained nembutal sleeping…pills。 Perhaps her nerves had been more shaken by the events at the villa than he had imagined。
The bath had been filled for him and there was a new flask of some expensive pine bath…essence on a chair beside it with his towel。
'Vesper；' he called。
'Yes？'
'You really are the limit。 You make me feel like an expensive gigolo。'
'I was told to look after you。 I'm only doing what I was told。'
'Darling； the bath's absolutely right。 Will you marry me？'
She snorted。 'You need a slave； not a wife。'
'I want you。'
'Well； I want my lobster and champagne； so hurry up。'
'All right； all right；' said Bond。
He dried himself and dressed in a white shirt and dark blue slacks。 He hoped that she would be dressed as simply and he was pleased when； without knocking； she appeared in the doorway wearing a blue linen shirt which had faded to the colour of her eyes and a dark red skirt in pleated cotton。
'I couldn't wait。 I was famished。 My room's over the kitchen and I've been tortured by the wonderful smells。'
He came over and put his arm round her。
She took his hand and together they went downstairs out on to the terrace where their table had been laid in the light cast by the empty dining…room。
The champagne which Bond had ordered on their arrival stood on a plated wine…cooler beside their table and Bond poured out two full glasses。 Vesper busied herself with a delicious home…made liver paté and helped them both to the crisp French bread and the thick square of deep yellow butter set in chips of ice。
They looked at each other and drank deeply and Bond filled their glasses again to the rim。
While they ate Bond told her of his bathe and they talked of what they would do in the morning。 All through the meal they left unspoken their feelings for each other； but in Vesper's eyes as much as in Bond's there was excited anticipation of the night。 They let their hands and their feet touch from time to time as if to ease the tension in their bodies。
When the lobster had e and gone and the second bottle of champagne was half…empty and they had just ladled thick cream over their fraises des bois； Vesper gave a deep sigh of contentment。
'I'm behaving like a pig；' she said happily。 'You always give me all the things I like best。 I've never been so spoiled before。' She gazed across the terrace at the moonlit bay。 'I wish I deserved it。' Her voice had a wry undertone。
'What do you mean？' asked Bond surprised。
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