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hance to respond； why he had put off their first meeting for over a week。 He would like to have put off the meeting still further； but he explained to himself that his report must be written； that any day an emissary from London would e over and want to hear the full story； that today was as good as tomorrow； that anyway he might as well know the worst。
So on the eighth day he asked for her； for the early morning when he was feeling refreshed and strong after the night's rest。
For no reason at all； he had expected that she would show some sign of her experiences； that she would look pale and even ill。 He was not prepared for the tall bronzed girl in a cream tussore frock with a black belt who came happily through the door and stood smiling at him。
'Good heavens； Vesper；' he said with a wry gesture of wele； 'you look absolutely splendid。 You must thrive on disaster。 How have you managed to get such a wonderful sunburn？'
'I feel very guilty；' she said sitting down beside him。 'But I've been bathing every day while you've been lying here。 The doctor said I was to and Head of S said I was to； so； well； I just thought it wouldn't help you for me to be moping away all day long in my room。 I've found a wonderful stretch of sand down the coast and I take my lunch and go there every day with a book and I don't e back till the evening。 There's a bus that takes me there and back with only a short walk over the dunes； and I've managed to get over the fact that it's on the way down that road to the villa。'
Her voice faltered。
The mention of the villa had made Bond's eyes flicker。
She continued bravely； refusing to be defeated by Bond's lack of response。
'The doctor says it won't be long before you're allowed up。 I thought perhaps 。 。 。 I thought perhaps I could take you down to this beach later on。 The doctor says that bathing would be very good for you。'
Bond grunted。
'God knows when I'll be able to bathe；' he said。 'The doctor's talking through his hat。 And when I can bathe it would probably be better for me to bathe alone for a bit。 I don't want to frighten anybody。 Apart from anything else；' he glanced pointedly down the bed； 'my body's a mass of scars and bruises。 But you enjoy yourself。 There's no reason why you shouldn't enjoy yourself。'
Vesper was stung by the bitterness and injustice in his voice。
'I'm sorry；' she said； 'I just thought 。 。 。 I was just trying 。 。 。'
Suddenly her eyes filled with tears。 She swallowed。
'I wanted 。 。 。 I wanted to help you get well。'
Her voice strangled。 She looked piteously at him； facing the accusation in his eyes and in his manner。
Then she broke down and buried her face in her hands and sobbed。
'I'm sorry；' she said in a muffled voice。 'I'm really sorry。' With one hand she searched for a handkerchief in her bag。 'It's all my fault；' she dabbed at her eyes。 'I know it's all my fault。'
Bond at once relented。 He put out a bandaged hand and laid it on her knee。
'It's all right； Vesper。 I'm sorry I was so rough。 It's just that I was jealous of you in the sunshine while I'm stuck here。 Directly I'm well enough I'll e with you and you must show me your beach。 Of course it's just what I want。 It'll be wonderful to get out again。'
She pressed his hand and stood up and walked over to the window。 After a moment she busied herself with her make…up。 Then she came back to the bed。
Bond looked at her tenderly。 Like all harsh； cold men； he was easily tipped over into sentiment。 She was very beautiful and he felt warm towards her。 He decided to make his questions as easy as possible。
He gave her a cigarette and for a time they talked of the visit of Head of S and of the reactions in London to the rout of Le Chiffre。
From what she said it was clear that the final object of the plan had been more than fulfilled。 The story was still being splashed all over the world and correspondents of most of the English and American papers had been at Royale trying to trace the Jamaican millionaire who had defeated Le Chiffre at the tables。 They had got on to Vesper； but she had covered up well。 Her story was that Bond had told her he was going on to Cannes and Monte Carlo to gamble with his winnings。 The hunt had moved down to the South of France。 Mathis and the police had obliterated all other traces and the papers were forced to concentrate on the Strasbourg angles and the chaos in the ranks of the French munists。
'By the way； Vesper；' said Bond after a time。 'What really happened to you after you left me in the night club？ All I saw was the actual kidnapping。' He told her briefly of the scene outside the Casino。
'I'm afraid I must have lost my head；' said Vesper； avoiding Bond's eyes。 'When I couldn't see Mathis anywhere in the entrance hall I went outside and the missionaire asked me if I was Miss Lynd； and then told me the man who had sent in the note was waiting in a car down on the right of the steps。 Somehow I wasn't particularly surprised。 I'd only known Mathis for a day or two and I didn't know how he worked； so I just walked down towards the car。 It was away on the right and more or less in the shadows。 Just as I was ing up to it； Le Chiffre's two men jumped out from behind one of the other cars in the row and simply scooped my skirt over my head。'
Vesper blushed。
'It sounds a childish trick；' she looked penitently at Bond； 'but it's really frightfully effective。 One's a plete prisoner and although I screamed I don't expect any sound came out from under my skirt。 I kicked out as hard as I could； but that was no use as I couldn't see and my arms were absolutely helpless。 I was just a trussed chicken。
They picked me up between them and shoved me into the back of the car。 I went on struggling； of course； and when the car started and while they were trying to tie a rope or something round the top of my skirt over my head； I managed to get an arm free and throw my bag through the window。 I hope it was some use。'
Bond nodded。
'It was rather instinctive。 I just thought you'd have no idea what had happened to me and I was terrified。 I did the first thing I could think of。'
Bond knew that it was him they had been after and that if Vesper hadn't thrown her bag out； they would probably have thrown it out themselves directly they saw him appear on the steps。
'It certainly helped；' said Bond； 'but why didn't you make any sign when they finally got me after the car smash； when I spoke to you？ I was dreadfully worried。 I thought they might have knocked you out or something。'
'I'm afraid I must have been unconscious；' said Vesper。 'I fainted once from lack of air and when I came to they had cut a hole in front of my face。 I must have fainted again。 I don't remember much until we got to the villa。 I really only gathered you had been captured when I heard you try and e after me in the passage。'
'And they didn't touch you？' asked Bond。 'They didn't try and mess about with you while I was being beaten up？' 'No；' said Vesper。 'They just left me in an arm…chair。 They drank and played cards … 〃belotte〃 I think it was from what I heard … and then they went to sleep。 I suppose that was how SMERSH got them。 They bound my legs and put me on a chai