I thought of her finger, under that crushing boot, of the way she’d stood up in the bushes and walked straight out, of the bruising ride from Antan’, of all she’d endured since Singapore – and I didn’t feel ashamed, exactly, because you know it ain’t my line. But I felt my eyes sting, and I lifted her chin with my hand.
‘Old girl,’ says I, ‘you’re a trump.’
Flashman's Lady, p.284, Pan edition, 1979.
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