Monday, 16 June 2008

The Iron Duke


the Duke came out; he was white-haired and pretty wrinkled at this time, but that damned hooked nose would have marked him anywhere, and his eyes were like gimlets.
‘Ah, this is the young man,’ says he shaking hands. For all his years he walked with the spring of a jockey, and was very spruce in his grey coat.



Flashman, pp.264-5, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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