Thursday, 12 April 2012

A sneer or a sniff

. . . and this I'll say for them, there wasn't a sneer or a sniff at my tweeds, such as you'd get from Frogs or Dagoes or our own reptilia; Vienna wasn't only polite, it was downright friendly and hospitable, putting a glass in my hand, coaxing me to the buffet, inquiring after my journey, asking how long I'd been in town . . .

Flashman and the Tiger, p.186, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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