Short paragraphs

 

 

Short paragraphs from my first thriller.

he drove these thoughts out of his mind; as if he shut a door in haste, and kept blocking it with his shoulder. 
So worked up was he with his fears, his forced studies of communist theories and indoctrination, and his wild dreams of escape;

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Like most of her compatriots she spoke French fluently, and hated it just like all of them; though her motive was a more complex one, the shadow of a French father, which she never had the chance to know.

כמו שאר 'ני עמ" "יא "'ר" צרפתית שוטפת ושנא" את "שפ" "זו כמו"ם, אולם "מוטי'צי" "יי-ו"ית של" "יית" "ר'" יותר מורכ'ת, צילו של א' צרפתי ש"יא מעולם לא "כיר".

 

No more than two seasons earlier, he was still heading the biggest net in Asia; their one and only source of reliable intelligence from Saigon, the enemy's heart. While this efficient clerk, in whose comfortable office they were sitting right now never left Hanoi,

It was not love either, not even what could be termed as a self inflicted infatuation. It was an emotional bond much stronger than those quite ordinary definitions, a bond he could not yet fathom and was not conscious to its hold upon his mind.

 

I roam the jail's passages just like the tiger roams the jungle's underbrush. No one dares to affront me! Well, he brought me good luck the American, and just for that I might even like him a little bit.

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