Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Pomading his eyebrows

      But my conversational bolt was shot. For once I was at a loss — as who would not be, on discovering that while he was bulling a chap's wife all over the shop and probably making a hell of an uproar, the chap himself was virtually next door brushing his teeeth or pomading his eyebrows . . .

Flashman and the Tiger, p.188, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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