Wednesday, 13 October 2010

We rogues know



Between ourselves, I didn’t care for him all that much; for one thing, he had greatness, in his way, and I don’t cotton to that; for another, although he was always amiable and considerate, I guess he was leery of me. He knew a rogue when he saw one—and we rogues know when we’ve been seen.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.195, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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