Showing posts with label Angela Burdett-Coutts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angela Burdett-Coutts. Show all posts

Monday, 14 June 2010

Pirates and roses




Well. well, thinks I, who’d have thought it: the mad pirate-killer and rose-fancier, spoony on Angie Coutts’s picture – I’ll bet that every time he contemplates it the local Dyak lasses have to scamper for cover.



Flashman's Lady, p.133, Pan edition, 1979.



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Friday, 11 June 2010

As her portrait suggests




He looked at the miniature like a contemplative frog. ‘Tell me – is she as. . . as. . . well – ah – as her portrait suggests?’
     ‘She’s a stunner, if that’s what you mean,’ says I, for like every other grown male in London I, too, had admired little Angie, although not entirely for her enlightened opinions – more for the fact that she had a superb complexion, tits like footballs, and two million in the bank, really.

Flashman's Lady, pp.132-33, Pan edition, 1979.



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