Thursday, 26 August 2010

Daren't drink anything else



      Fifteen dollars a bottle they were charging for claret at the Planters’ Hotel in St Louis that year, and it was like drinking swamp-water when the mules have been by; I’ve tasted better in a London ladies’ club. But you daren’t drink anything else because of the cholera…


Flashman and the Redskins, p.54, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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