Bond's whole consciousness had drained down to the two rows of softly creeping feet. The centipede trampled steadily on through the thin hairs on Bond's right breast up to his collarbone. There was nothing he could do to control it. But now the thing was turning up and along his stomach. Now it was at his heart. If it bit there, surely it would kill him.

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