I tumbled into Broadfoot’s camp half dead with terror, which he fortunately mistook for exhaustion. George had the bad taste to find it all rather funny; he was one of these nerveless clods, and was in the habit of strolling about under the sniper’s fire polishing his spectacles, although his red coat and even redder beard made him a marked man.
Flashman, p.113, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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