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@@@@@And so it was for the Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 275 Magdalen Sisters of Charity, especially for the officious superior hen on the single rear pointAt an intersection of the rue Lecourbe in Montparnasse, a congestion of produce trucks prevented her from keeping up with her religious colleaguesBenignly she waved them on and abruptly turned into a narrow side street, suddenly pedaling faster than beforeBourne, his wound from Tranquility Isle now pulsating throughout his neck, did not increase his pace; he did not have toThe whitelettered blue sign on the building fronting the street read IMPASSE, a dead end; there was no other way out He found the bicycle chained to an extinguished street lamp and waited in the darkness of a doorway no more than fifteen feet awayHe raised his hand and touched the warm moistness of the bandage around his neck; the bleeding was slightWith luck, no more than one suture had burst Oh, Christ, his legs were tired?no, ?tired? was inadequateThey ached with the pain that came with unused and abused muscles; the rhythmic strides of jogging, even running, were no preparation for lurching or weaving, or for violently sudden stops and startsHe leaned against the stone, breathing heavily, his eyes on the bicycle, trying to suppress a thought that kept recurring with infuriating regularity: only a few short years ago, he would never have noticed the discomfort in his legsThere would have been none The sound of an unlatched bolt broke the stillness of the predawn narrow street, followed rapidly by the grating noise of a heavy door being openedIt was the entrance to the flat in front of the chained bicycleHis back against the wall, Jason removed the gun from his belt and watched the woman in the nun?s habit rush to the lamppostShe fumbled with a key in the dim light, awkwardly trying to insert it into the base of the lockBourne stepped out on the pavement and walked swiftly, silently forward ?You?ll be late for early Mass,? he said The woman spun around, the key flying into the street, her black cloth snapping in the turn as she plunged her right hand between the folds of her habitJason lurched, gripping her arm with his left hand and tearing off the large white hat with his rightAt the sight of the exposed face in front of him, he gasped ?My God,? he whispered?It?s you!? Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 276 27 ?I know you!? cried BourneYou had one of those dress shops Honor??Carlos?s drop in the Faubourg! I found you in a confessional booth in Neuilly-sur-Sei