Some tagliatelle verdi came, and the wine, and then a delicious escalope. 'Oh it is so good', she said. 'Since I came out of Russia I am all stomach.' Her eyes widened. 'You won't let me get too fat, James. You won't let me get so fat that I am no use for making love? You will have to be careful, or I shall just eat all day long and sleep. You will beat me if I eat too much?'
'Certainly I will beat you.'
Ian Fleming - From Russia with Love
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