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Tuesday, 13 May 2008

His name was Avitabile


…none was uglier or looked readier for mischief than the governor of the place [Peshawar], a great, grey-bearded ox of a man in a dirty old uniform coat, baggy trousers, and a gold-tasselled forage cap. He was Italian of all things, with the spiky waxed moustache that you see on organ-grinders nowadays, and he spoke English with a dreadful dago American accent. His name was Avitabile, and the Sikhs and Afghans were more scared of him than the devil himself…



Flashman, pp. 81-82, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.



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