Showing posts with label George Grey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Grey. Show all posts
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
He was the Governor
But he was the Governor, and had just fed me, so I nodded attentively and said “I never knew that, sir,” and “Ye don’t say!” though I might as well have hollered “Whelks for sale!” for all he heard.
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.34, Harper Collins, 1995.
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Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Saintly eyes
He was a slim, poetic-looking chap with saintly eyes, not yet fifty, and might have been a muff if you hadn’t known that he’d walked over half Australia, dying of thirst most of the time, and his slight limp was a legacy of an Aborigine’s spear in his leg.
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.33, Harper Collins, 1995.
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Monday, 22 August 2011
Great gift
His great gift, I was told, was that he got on splendidly with savages — even Boers.
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.30, Harper Collins, 1995.
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