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Saturday, 27 January 2007

I never imagined


That you are a bully, I know; that you are untruthful, I have long suspected; that you are deceitful and mean, I have feared; but that you had fallen so low to be a drunkard - that, at least, I never imagined.





Flashman, p. 13, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.

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Thomas Arnold


He was standing before the fireplace, with his hands behind looping up his coat-tails, and a face like Turk at a christening. He had eyes like sabre-points, and his face was pale and carried that disgusted look that he kept for these occasions.



Flashman, p. 14, Pan edition 12th printing, 1979.


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