Monday, 29 October 2012
Stinging at the memory
It reminded me of the Madagascar forest, and you mayn’t believe it but I felt my eyes stinging at the memory of Elspeth blue-eyed and beautiful, smiling up at me with her golden hair tumbled about her head on the grass, her arms reaching up to me and those lovely lips parting . . . “My jo, my ain dear jo!”
Flashman on the March, p.135, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, memory.
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