Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Mrs Flashman



      I turned to see what had astonished him, and understood. My dear wife, who is nothing, if not patient, was waiting on a couch by the dining-room door, fanning herself idly, and innocently ignoring the admiring glances of gentlemen, passing through. She was wearing something blue from Paris, as I recall, which left her mostly bare to the waist, and to impress the colonials she had decorated her upper works with the diamond necklace presented to her by the Grand Duke Alexis, a lecherous Russian lout of our acquaintance.


Flashman and the Redskins, pp.218-19, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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