. . . he was a languid, amiable young haw-haw named Twentyman, a Hussar, complete with fly-whisk and followed by a
chico* with a bucket of camphorated water whose duty it was to supply his master with wet clouts to sponge away the dust.
*
Native Child
Flashman on the March,
p.29,
Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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