Hungarian for bosom

. . . he found his host ensconced in a corner, looking like a lecherous Old Testament prophet in evening dress and decorations, drinking bull’s blood and trying to converse in what might have been a Balkan language with a buxom waitress in native costume.
    ‘You don’t know the Hungarian for bosom?’ he was saying. ‘Well, you ought to, of all people . . . here, I’ll show you — ah, there you are, Yankee, arriving inopportunely as usual.’


Mr American, p.517, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.


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Snuff, anyone?

Lola was always vain of her bosom, and wore it all but outside her gown; I wished I had had a pinch of snuff to offer her.

Royal Flash, p.80, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.

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Her name was Lola

She was standing with one foot on the step, her hands holding back the skirts of her red satin gown, bending forward to display a splendid white bosom on which sparkled a row of brilliants matching the string in her jet-black hair.

Royal Flash, p.19, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.

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The happy reek of brandy

We were entering what is now called the Victorian Age, when respectability was the thing; breeches were out and trousers came in; bosoms were being covered and eye modestly lowered; politics was becoming sober, trade and industry were becoming fashionable, the odour of sanctity was replacing the happy reek of brandy, the age of the Corinthian, the plunger and the dandy was giving way to the prig, the preacher and the bore.

Royal Flash, p.13, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.

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