Friday, 27 July 2012

Bred in the bone

      That, of course, was the point. She was my grand-daughter, and what’s bred in the bone . . . oh, but she’d hocussed me properly, playing shrinking Purity, and I’d been ready to shell out half my fortune — and I’d come within an ace of committing murder for her.

Flashman and the Tiger, pp.310-11, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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