Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Yankee sauce



He stood considering me. ‘What a worthless creature you are – what shreds of loyalty have you, you object?’
   ‘Plenty – to myself,’ says I. ‘Just as you have, Captain Spring.’
    His scar went pink; then he laughed again. ‘Well, well. You’ve picked up some Yankee sauce over here, I believe.



Flash For Freedom!, p.277, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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