Thursday, 20 September 2012

A Flashy brag

. . . now that Napier was asking if there was anything more he could do for me, I did what I’d done so often, and put on a Flashy brag, the bravado of despair, I guess it is, the fraudsters instinct for playing out the charade.
     “I’d be obliged for a revolver and fifty rounds, sir. Oh, and a box of cheroots, if you have one to spare.”

Flashman on the March, pp.64-5, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.

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