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I can't say I understand any of it, myself,' said Banks. 'Me, neither,' said Gerry.
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Raymond Chandler," said Hepplethwaite with a sly grin. "General Sternwood at the beginning of The Big Sleep. One of my favorite films. Bogey as Philip Marlowe. Must have seen it about twenty times. Know it by heart."
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There are some kinds of damage that take you far beyond normal rules and systems of ethics and morality--beyond this point be monsters, as the ancients used to say.
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Oh, don't mind me. I'm just grouching.
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Well, all those are just things, aren't they? Possessions or activities. Things we do, things we care about. But there's something behind them all that ties them all together into my life, who I am, what I am. With Keith, you never knew. He was a cipher. For example, I'm sure he loved his family, but he never really showed it or spoke much about it. I don't know what really mattered to him. He never talked about hobbies or anything like tha..
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structure, Banks noticed, high cheekbones and a strong jaw, with pale, freckled skin. She sat with her legs curled under her and her hands resting on the arms of the chair. 'Coffee?' asked Dr Wong. Chelsea declined the offer, but Banks and Winsome said yes. 'I'm not fetching it for you myself, you understand,' Dr Wong said. 'I wouldn't stoop that low.' 'I don't care who gets it,' said Banks, 'as long as it's black and strong.' Dr Wong smile..
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Their lovemaking had been a little tentative at first, but that was only to be expected. It never happened in real life the way it did in movies, with both lovers exploding together in a climax of Wagnerian proportions as fireworks burst, orchestras crescendoed and trains rushed into tunnels. That was pure Monty Python. In real lovemaking, especially with people new to one another's bodies, there are disappointments, mistakes, hesitancies. ..
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It's hard knowing what to allow and what not to. It's hard to know how much discipline to apply. If you don't give enough, then the child runs wild, and the parents get the blame. If you keep too strict control, he doesn't develop naturally and he blames you for screwing him up.
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one half of his face drooping lower than the other, as if it had melted like a Dali watch.
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used to write her books.
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scuffle, police in riot
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They were the sort of walls that hoarded winter and emanated its chill throughout summer.
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For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. But
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BANKS ENJOYED THE DRIVE TO LEEDS. THE WEATHER WAS fine, the traffic not too horrendous, and the iPod shuffle treated him to a truly random medley of David Crosby, John Cale, Pentangle and Grinderman, among others. A mild beer hangover from Kev Templeton's wake hammered away insistently in the back of his head, muffled by extra-strength aspirin and plenty of water. At least he had had the sense to avoid spirits and sleep on Hatchley's sofa, ..
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Vaughn?" she inquired. "One of them. Neil. It's a family business." Winsome and Gerry showed their warrant cards and Neil Vaughn invited them inside. The side of an old cardboard box served as a doormat, and they wiped their feet as best they could without reducing it to shreds. Vaughn seemed to be the only person around. After he asked them to sit down, he returned to a desk littered with papers and swiveled his chair to face them. The ins..
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sit.
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that the event would
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waif standing by the seashore on the opposite wall.
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Banks smiled. "Don't worry," he said "it's my balls on the chopping-block, not yours. I'll cover for you. My word on it." Susan smiled back. "Well, that's the first time not having any balls has ever done me any good."
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Something piqued his curiosity and he wanted to know more. There was no order to it, neither in his mind nor in his filing system. He would plunge into a subject with cavalier disregard for its chronological development. And
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fronts for Rothwell's illegal activities. As Susan was wondering if Robert Calvert's money
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