Bond had spent the last two afternoons and most of the nights at the Casino, playing complicated progression systems on the even chances at roulette. He made a high banco at chemin-de-fer whenever he heard one offered.

Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans

Near to the Transjura Highway the footprints are so abundant that it may represent a megatracksite.

Head, thorax, and abdomen yellow and white. Fore wing white, with the costal half to end of cell suffused with fuscous; an obscure fuscous triangular postmedial mark with its apex on inner margin, its inner limb with a black speck […]