Tuesday, 12 May 2009

A trot-along look



Well, well, thinks I, little Vicky remembers my whiskers after all these years. I recalled how she had mooned tearfully at me when she pinned my medal on, back in ’42 – they’re all alike you know, can’t resist a dashing boy with big shoulders and a trot-along look in his eye.



Flashman at the Charge, p.31, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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