…a crowd was milling round the spot where McNaghten had fallen; even as I watched they began to yell and dance, and I saw a spear upthrust with something grey stuck on the end of it. Just for an instant I thought: ‘Well Burnes will get the job now,’ and then I remembered Burnes was dead. Say what you like, the political service is a chancy business.
Flashman, p.162, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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