Monday, 5 March 2012

A consoling hand

...Prussians, you know, care not two damns about their inferiors. Neither do I, but I know it's good business to pretend that I do, and looked in on Beefy before retiring to lay a consoling hand upon his thick skull; he just gaped like a ruptured bullock.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.113, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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