Bond reached out his manacled hands to take a Turkish cigarette.

He lit the long Turkish cigarette, taking his time.

The smell of Turkish cigarettes rolled out to meet him.

Then he lit another Turkish cigarette from the box on the desk, and turned away from the door to face the window.

He was smoking one of his fat Turkish cigarettes.

The old tom sitting there and puffing his imported Turkish cigarette knew all that, of course.

Mars lit another Turkish cigarette from the butt of the one he had finished.

They're still being analyzed, but the betting in the office is running 8 to 1 that it was a Turkish cigarette.

He puffed his little Turkish cigarette, and squinted up at me through the smoke.

He was now sitting up, with his eyes turned to the open window and his fingers rolling a Turkish cigarette.