He was standing before the fireplace, with his hands behind looping up his coat-tails, and a face like Turk at a christening. He had eyes like sabre-points, and his face was pale and carried that disgusted look that he kept for these occasions.
Flashman, p. 14, Pan edition 12th printing, 1979.
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Thomas Arnold, Flashman.
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