Showing posts with label bellows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bellows. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Bellowing his grievance






Had I ever, I wondered, encountered such an immortally conceited ass with a truer touch for self-destruction? George Custer came to mind. Aye put him and Gordon-Cumming on the edge of a precipice and I’d not care to bet which would tumble first into the void, bellowing his grievance.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.240, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Save your breath



      “Bellows to mend, what?” says he. “Best save your breath . . .”



Flashman and the Tiger, p.151, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Monday, 21 February 2011

Speak civil



...I had to crawl the whole damned way, dragging those beastly irons, and staring at the reflection of the naked, bearded wretch in the glassy floor beneath me. Hollo, Flashy, old son, I thought, bellows to mend again, my boy, but you keep going and speak civil to the gentleman and you'll get a sugar plum at tea.


Flashman and the Dragon, p.204, Fontana Paperback edition, 1986.



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Monday, 22 December 2008

Bellows to mend




‘Bad luck for your lot in Lords, hey?’ says I, and he lowered his lids at me in that smart-affected way he had. You know says I, ‘The Jewish Bill getting thrown out. Bellows to mend in Whitechapel, what?’


Flash For Freedom!, p.25, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.



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