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| It was this instinctive projection that made Bourne include in his plea?calmly but firmly,
the emphasis in understatement?such phrases as You could travel, disappear a wealthy man,
free of care and unpleasant drudgeryThe key words were ?free? and ?disappear,? and Santos?s
eyes had respondedHe was ready to take the three-million-franc bait, and Bourne was perfectly
happy to let him break the line and swim with it
Jason looked at his watch; fifteen minutes had passedNo doubt Santos?s minions were checking
the streets, a final inspection before the high priest of conduits appearedBourne thought briefly of
Marie, of the sensations he felt at the Trocad?ro, remembering old Fontaine?s words when the two
of them watched the paths of Tranquility Inn from the high new louis vuitton bags storage room, waiting for CarlosHe?s
near, I feel itLike the approach of distant thunderIn a different?far different?way Jason had
like feelings at the Trocad?roEnough! Santos! The Jackal!
His watch read one o?clock, and the two messengers from the Pont-Royal walked out of the
alley and across the street to the gates of the old refinery
?Santos will see you now,? said the voluble one
?You are to come with usHe does not leave Le Coeur du Soldat
?Why do I find that not to my liking??
?There?s no reason for such feelingsHe has peace in his heart
?What about his knife??
?He has no knife, no weaponHe never carries either
?That?s nice to hear
?He has no need for such weapons,? added the messenger, disquietingly
He was escorted down the alley, past the neon-lit gucci watches for women entrance, to a barely negotiable break in the
buildingsOne by one, Jason between the two, men, they made their way to the rear of the caf?,
where there was just about the last thing Bourne expected to see in this run-down section of the
citywell, an English gardenA plot of ground perhaps thirty feet in length, twenty in
depth, and trellises supporting a variety of flowering vines, a barrage of color in the French
moonlight
?That?s quite a sight,? commented Jason?It didn?t come about through neglect
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?Ah, it is a passion with Santos! No one understands it, but no one touches a single flower,
either
Bourne was led to a small outside elevator whose steel frame was attached to the stone wall of
the buildingThere was no other chanel leather bag access in sightThe conveyance barely held the three of them, and
once the iron gate was closed, the silent messenger pressed a button in the darkness and spoke?We
are here, Santos
?Camellia?? asked Jason
?He knows everything is all rightIf not, my friend might have said ?lily? or ?rose ?
?What would happen then??
?You don?t want to think about itI don?t care to think about it
The outside elevator stopped with a disturbing double jerk, and the quiet messenger opened a
thick steel door that required his full weight to openBourne was led into the familiar room with
the tasteful, expensive furniture, the bookcases and the single floor lamp that illuminated Santos in
his outsized armchair?You may leave, my friends,? said the large man, addressing the chanel jumbo messengers
?Pick up your money from the faggot, and for God?s sake, tell him to give Ren? and the American
who calls himself Ralph fifty francs apiece and get them out of hereThey?re pissing in the cornersSay the money?s from their friend from last night who forgot about them
?Oh, ****!? exploded Jason
?You did forget, didn?t you?? Santos grinned
?I?ve had other things on my mind
?Yes, sir! Yes, Santos!? The two messengers, instead of heading for the back of the room and
the elevator, opened a door in the left wall and disappearedBourne looked after them, bewildered
?There is a staircase leading to our kitchen, such as it is,? said Santos, answering Jason?s
unspoken question?The door can be opened from this side, not from the steps below except by meSit down, Monsieur chanel women's watches Simon |
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