Showing posts with label bailiff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bailiff. Show all posts
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Chanced a quick look
. . . I chanced a quick look at ’em through half-closed lids — a tall, slim cove in a long coat, bare-headed and balding, and a big, hulking chap with a bulldog moustache and hard hat. They looked like a poet and a bailiff.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.309, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, poet.
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