Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Sapper jacket and .44 revolver

Instead of a smoking, blood-stained ruin, there was the plush and guilt of the circle bar at the St James’s Theatre, instead of the Sapper jacket and .44 revolver there was an opera cloak and silver-mounted cane, and instead of dead Zulus for company there was Oscar Wilde. (I make no comparisons.)

Flashman and the Tiger, p.289, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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