Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Like pistol cracks

      They gave her dinner, and she entranced and appalled the company by laying into the goods like a starving python; as Stanley reported: “She ate like a gourmande, disposing of what came before her without regard to the horrified looks . . . pudding before beef, blancmange with potatoes . . . emitting labial smacks like pistol cracks.”

Flashman on the March, p.283, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.

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