Wednesday, 14 April 2010

A quick look

I was roaring above the noise, at her, swearing I loved her and that she could still save herself, and she shot me a quick look as she took the mare’s bridle – just for an instant, but it’s stayed with me for fifty years, and you may think me an old fool and fanciful, but I’ll swear there were tears in her eyes…

Flashman in the Great Game, pp.314-5, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.

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