A compendium of Flashman quotes, that was produced one damned entry at a time.
Monday, 14 May 2012
Jingling her loot
“Och, isn’t he the wee duck?” sighs she, jingling her loot as he hobbled away. “Aye, weel, mony a mickle mak’s a muckle, as Papa used to say.” She slipped it into her bag and broke into civilised speech.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.229, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.