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I just added the word ?nowFor God?s sake, put...
I just added the word ?nowFor God?s sake, put yourself in my placeI
can?t pretend to understand, but this ancient boulevardier beside me casually mentions that he?ll
call in the Deuxi?me?the Deuxi?me, Monsieur Bourne! For some that is no less than France?s
Gestapo! Even if I survived, I?m marked by that infamous branch of the governmentI?d no doubt
be sent to some horrible penal colony halfway across the world?oh, I?ve heard the stories of the
Deuxi?me!?
?Really?? said BernardineSounds positively marvelous
?Besides,? continued Lavier, looking hard at Jason as she yanked the pointed white hat off her
head, a gesture that caused the driver, seeing it in the rearview mirror, to raise his eyebrows
?Without me, without my presence in decidedly different clothing at the Meurice, Carlos won?t
come near the rue de Rivoli Bernardine tapped the woman?s shoulder, bringing his index finger to
his lips and nodding toward the front seatDominique quickly added, ?The man you wish to confer
with will not be there
?She?s got a point,? said Bourne, leaning forward and looking past Lavier at the Deuxi?me
veteran?She?s also got an apartment on the Montaigne, where she?s supposed to change clothes,
and neither of us can go in with her
?That poses a dilemma, knock off tiffany jewelry doesn?t it?? responded Bernardine?There?s no way we can monitor the
telephone from outside in the street, is there??
?You fools! I have no choice but to cooperate with you, and if you can?t see that you should
be led around by trained dogs! This old, old man here will have my name in the Deuxi?me files the
first chance he gets, and as the notorious Jason Bourne knows if he has even a nodding
acquaintance with the Deuxi?me, several profound questions are raised?once raised by my sister,
Jacqueline, incidentallyWho is this Bourne? Is he real or unreal? Is he the assassin of Asia or is he
a fraud, a plant? She phoned me herself one night in Nice after too many brandies?a night perhaps
you recall, Monsieur le Cam?l?on?a terribly expensive restaurant outside Parisin the name of powerful, unnamed people you threatened her! You demanded that she reveal
what she knew about a certain acquaintance of hers?who it was at the time I had no idea?but you
frightened herShe said you appeared deranged, that your eyes became glazed and you uttered
words in a language she could not understand
?I remember,? interrupted Bourne icily?We had dinner and I threatened her and she was
frightenedShe went to the ladies? room, paid someone to make a phone call, and I had to cartier love get out of
there
?And now the Deuxi?me is allied with those powerful unnamed people?? Dominique Lavier
shook her head repeatedly and lowered her voice?No, messieurs, I am a survivor and I do not fight
against such oddsOne knows when to pass the shoe in baccarat
After a short period of silence, Bernardine spoke?What?s your address on the avenue
Montaigne? I?ll give it to the driver, but before I do, understand me, madameIf your words prove
false, all the true horrors of the Deuxi?me will be visited upon you
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
284
Marie sat at the room-service table in her small suite at the Meurice reading the newspapersHer
attention constantly strayed; concentration was out of the questionHer anxiety had kept her awake
after she returned to the hotel shortly past midnight, having made the rounds of five caf?s she and
David had frequented so many years ago in ParisFinally by four-something in the morning,
exhaustion had short-circuited her tossing and turning; she fell asleep with the bedside lamp
switched on, and was awakened by the same light nearly six hours laterIt was the longest she had
slept since that first night on Tranquility Isle, itself a distant memory now except for the very real
pain of not seeing and gucci backpack hearing the childrenDon?t think about them, it hurts too muchNo, think about Jason Bourne! Where? Concentrate!
She put down the Paris Tribune and poured herself a third cup of black coffee, glancing over at
the French doors that led to a small balcony overlooking the rue de RivoliIt disturbed her that the
once bright morning had turned into a dismal gray daySoon the rain would come, making her
search in the streets even more difficultResigned, she sipped her coffee and replaced the elegant
cup in the elegant saucer, annoyed that it was not one of the simple pottery mugs favored by David
and her in their rustic country kitchen in MaineOh, God, would they ever be back there again?
Don?t think about such things! Concentrate! Out of the question
She picked up the Tribune, aimlessly scanning the pages, seeing only isolated words, no
sentences or paragraphs, no continuity of thought or meaning, merely wordsThen one stood out at
the bottom of a meaningless column, a single meaningless line bracketed at the bottom of a
meaningless page
The word was Memom, followed by a telephone number; and despite the fact that the Tribune
was printed in English, the French in her switchable French-thinking brain absently translated the
word as MaymohmShe was about to louis vuitton mahina turn the page when a signal from another part of her brain
screamed Stop!
Memom mommy?turned around by a child struggling with his earliest attempts at language
Meemom! Jamie?their Jamie! The funny inverted name he had called her for several weeks!
David had joked about it while she, frightened, had wondered if their son had dyslexia
?He could also just be confused, memom,? David had laughed
David! She snapped up the page; it was the financial section of the paper, the section she
instinctively gravitated to every morning over coffeeDavid was sending her a message! She
pushed back her chair, crashing it to the floor as she grabbed the paper and rushed to the telephone
on the deskHer hands trembling, she dialed the numberThere was no answer, and thinking that in
her panic she had made an error or had not used the local Paris digit, she dialed again, now slowly,
preciselyBut it was David, she felt it, she knew it! He had been looking for her at the
Trocad?ro and now he was using a briefly employed nickname only the two of them would know!
My love, my love, I?ve found you! She also knew she could not stay in the confining quarters of
the small hotel suite, pacing up and down and dialing every other minute, driving herself crazy with
every unanswered chanel jewelry
can?t pretend to understand, but this ancient boulevardier beside me casually mentions that he?ll
call in the Deuxi?me?the Deuxi?me, Monsieur Bourne! For some that is no less than France?s
Gestapo! Even if I survived, I?m marked by that infamous branch of the governmentI?d no doubt
be sent to some horrible penal colony halfway across the world?oh, I?ve heard the stories of the
Deuxi?me!?
?Really?? said BernardineSounds positively marvelous
?Besides,? continued Lavier, looking hard at Jason as she yanked the pointed white hat off her
head, a gesture that caused the driver, seeing it in the rearview mirror, to raise his eyebrows
?Without me, without my presence in decidedly different clothing at the Meurice, Carlos won?t
come near the rue de Rivoli Bernardine tapped the woman?s shoulder, bringing his index finger to
his lips and nodding toward the front seatDominique quickly added, ?The man you wish to confer
with will not be there
?She?s got a point,? said Bourne, leaning forward and looking past Lavier at the Deuxi?me
veteran?She?s also got an apartment on the Montaigne, where she?s supposed to change clothes,
and neither of us can go in with her
?That poses a dilemma, knock off tiffany jewelry doesn?t it?? responded Bernardine?There?s no way we can monitor the
telephone from outside in the street, is there??
?You fools! I have no choice but to cooperate with you, and if you can?t see that you should
be led around by trained dogs! This old, old man here will have my name in the Deuxi?me files the
first chance he gets, and as the notorious Jason Bourne knows if he has even a nodding
acquaintance with the Deuxi?me, several profound questions are raised?once raised by my sister,
Jacqueline, incidentallyWho is this Bourne? Is he real or unreal? Is he the assassin of Asia or is he
a fraud, a plant? She phoned me herself one night in Nice after too many brandies?a night perhaps
you recall, Monsieur le Cam?l?on?a terribly expensive restaurant outside Parisin the name of powerful, unnamed people you threatened her! You demanded that she reveal
what she knew about a certain acquaintance of hers?who it was at the time I had no idea?but you
frightened herShe said you appeared deranged, that your eyes became glazed and you uttered
words in a language she could not understand
?I remember,? interrupted Bourne icily?We had dinner and I threatened her and she was
frightenedShe went to the ladies? room, paid someone to make a phone call, and I had to cartier love get out of
there
?And now the Deuxi?me is allied with those powerful unnamed people?? Dominique Lavier
shook her head repeatedly and lowered her voice?No, messieurs, I am a survivor and I do not fight
against such oddsOne knows when to pass the shoe in baccarat
After a short period of silence, Bernardine spoke?What?s your address on the avenue
Montaigne? I?ll give it to the driver, but before I do, understand me, madameIf your words prove
false, all the true horrors of the Deuxi?me will be visited upon you
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
284
Marie sat at the room-service table in her small suite at the Meurice reading the newspapersHer
attention constantly strayed; concentration was out of the questionHer anxiety had kept her awake
after she returned to the hotel shortly past midnight, having made the rounds of five caf?s she and
David had frequented so many years ago in ParisFinally by four-something in the morning,
exhaustion had short-circuited her tossing and turning; she fell asleep with the bedside lamp
switched on, and was awakened by the same light nearly six hours laterIt was the longest she had
slept since that first night on Tranquility Isle, itself a distant memory now except for the very real
pain of not seeing and gucci backpack hearing the childrenDon?t think about them, it hurts too muchNo, think about Jason Bourne! Where? Concentrate!
She put down the Paris Tribune and poured herself a third cup of black coffee, glancing over at
the French doors that led to a small balcony overlooking the rue de RivoliIt disturbed her that the
once bright morning had turned into a dismal gray daySoon the rain would come, making her
search in the streets even more difficultResigned, she sipped her coffee and replaced the elegant
cup in the elegant saucer, annoyed that it was not one of the simple pottery mugs favored by David
and her in their rustic country kitchen in MaineOh, God, would they ever be back there again?
Don?t think about such things! Concentrate! Out of the question
She picked up the Tribune, aimlessly scanning the pages, seeing only isolated words, no
sentences or paragraphs, no continuity of thought or meaning, merely wordsThen one stood out at
the bottom of a meaningless column, a single meaningless line bracketed at the bottom of a
meaningless page
The word was Memom, followed by a telephone number; and despite the fact that the Tribune
was printed in English, the French in her switchable French-thinking brain absently translated the
word as MaymohmShe was about to louis vuitton mahina turn the page when a signal from another part of her brain
screamed Stop!
Memom mommy?turned around by a child struggling with his earliest attempts at language
Meemom! Jamie?their Jamie! The funny inverted name he had called her for several weeks!
David had joked about it while she, frightened, had wondered if their son had dyslexia
?He could also just be confused, memom,? David had laughed
David! She snapped up the page; it was the financial section of the paper, the section she
instinctively gravitated to every morning over coffeeDavid was sending her a message! She
pushed back her chair, crashing it to the floor as she grabbed the paper and rushed to the telephone
on the deskHer hands trembling, she dialed the numberThere was no answer, and thinking that in
her panic she had made an error or had not used the local Paris digit, she dialed again, now slowly,
preciselyBut it was David, she felt it, she knew it! He had been looking for her at the
Trocad?ro and now he was using a briefly employed nickname only the two of them would know!
My love, my love, I?ve found you! She also knew she could not stay in the confining quarters of
the small hotel suite, pacing up and down and dialing every other minute, driving herself crazy with
every unanswered chanel jewelry
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