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Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Suit of armour



‘And a cutlass, of course,’ says he, ‘you’ll feel naked without that.’
      He little knew that I could feel naked in a suit of armour in the bowels of a dreadnought being attacked by an angry bum-boat-woman.


Flashman's Lady, pp.155-6, Pan edition, 1979.




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