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He profanely, indifferently, inserted the tip of the tube twice into each of his black nostrils, generously inhaling benzedrine. The pregnant guy covered the inhaler; then the hand quickly returned to the top of the table, slapping the box of cards with a hard, sharp blow. Throughout this insulting silent play, Bond coldly countered the dealer’s gaze, noting that a huge white face wore a sudden flap of reddish-brown hair, a red wet mouth without smiling, The heart is wearing a massive evening gown. POSTER MOTORCYCLE HAPPINESS ISN’T AROUND THE CORNER. Had it not been for the satin accents of the lapels, he would have had faced the bust of the black-clad Minotaur rising in the green pastures. Bond pushed a packet of money onto the table without counting it again. If he lost, Lake 11 would pull out the amount needed to pay the bet but that comfortable gesture implied that Bond did not give up, that this was just a show showing he had a lot of money. The other gamblers sense the tension between the two players; There was silence in the air as Le Chiffre pulled four cards out of the box.
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The man grudgingly pushed the two leaves toward Bond with the tip of the shovel, still looking into Le Chiffre’s eyes, Bond held out his right hand, glanced down quickly, then looked up at Le Chiffre again with a blank expression. With a gesture of contempt, he tossed the cards lying on his back on the table. There is a 4 and some 5 a 9 champion. A soft sigh came from the table, the gamblers on Bond’s left glanced at each other regretfully for not catching the 2 million franc game. With a shrug, Le Chiffre slowly turned up his two cards and flung away with his fingernails. Two worthless punts. Baccarat the grumpy man hit the sound while shoveling a thick pile of money and pushed it towards Bond. Bond shoved the money in his right pocket with an unused foil package. There was no expression on his face, but he was satisfied with the success of the first shot, and the result of the match of silent mind across the table. The woman on the left, the American Lady Du Pont, turned to him with a wry smile. I shouldn’t have left you alone, she exclaimed. As soon as the cards were dealt I was sorry. The game was just beginning, replied Bond. Maybe she was correct if she skipped the next game.
From his wife’s side, Mr. Dupont leaned forward: If everyone was right in every game then we wouldn’t have anyone here, he philosophy. There will be you, the wife laughs. I don’t think you’re gambling just for fun. As the killing continued, Bond watched as the crowd was leaning against the brass bar around the table. POSTER MOTORCYCLE HAPPINESS ISN’T AROUND THE CORNER. He immediately recognized the two assassins of Le Chiffre. They stood behind him and this or the other side. The appearance is also quite respectable, but not enough for them to be part of the game without being noticed. The guy behind Le Chiffre’s right hand was a little tall; Tempered colors like bringing them in evening gowns. His face was as bare as wood and gray, but his eyes flashed like a witch’s eyes. His long body was restless; the hand on the brass rail was always moving. Bond guessed he would kill without enjoying or caring about the killer; and he likes to strangle.
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There is something of the character Lennie in the novel Of Mice and Men, but his beastliness is not due to disability but drugs Bond asserted. The hired killer looked like a Corse shop owner, short and black; flattened head with oily combed hair. Looks like the guy is lame. A Malacca cane with a rubber tip hung from the railing beside him. He must be allowed to bring sticks into the casino thought Bond, though he knew that both the sticks and other objects were dumbed into the room as a precaution against violent behavior. He looks sleek and fat. His mouth opened blankly to reveal broken teeth. The guy with a bushy mustache, the back of his hand on the bar, was also braided with black hair. Bond assumed being naked he would be a vulgar scene. The game continues unharmed but with a negative bias for the house. The third shot is the acoustic barrier in chemin-de-fer and baccarat. Luck may win first and second trials, but by game 3 it is almost always catastrophic. At this point people find themselves bouncing back to the ground forever. Like the situation now. It seems neither the house nor the gamblers can “heat up”. But there has been an uncontrolled steady leak with the dealer, after two hours of play and 10 million francs. Bond had no idea how profitable Le Chiffre had been over the past two days. He estimates it at 5 million and guesses now that the house’s capital is no more than 2.0 million. In fact, Le Chiffre lost badly throughout the afternoon. At this point he only had 10 million. In contrast, by 1 am, Bond had won 4 million, raising the capital to 28 million.