Showing posts with label cheroot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheroot. Show all posts

Thursday, 20 September 2012

A Flashy brag



. . . now that Napier was asking if there was anything more he could do for me, I did what I’d done so often, and put on a Flashy brag, the bravado of despair, I guess it is, the fraudsters instinct for playing out the charade.
     “I’d be obliged for a revolver and fifty rounds, sir. Oh, and a box of cheroots, if you have one to spare.”


Flashman on the March, pp.64-5, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Thursday, 15 September 2011

Far Easters



“Cigar? Or cheroot? You Far Easters like ’em black, I believe . . . go on, man — utrum horum mavis accipe,*…”


*Take whichever you prefer.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.57, Harper Collins, 1995.




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Thursday, 16 October 2008

See him still



I can see him still, arms akimbo, flashing eyes, curly head, brilliant smile, and ready to set fire to an orphan asylum to light his cheroot.



Royal Flash, p.220, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Saturday, 31 May 2008

Puffing at a cheroot


And after this, to show what he thought, he took his blankets into the council and lay on them throughout, puffing at a cheroot and sniffing loudly whenever Elphy said anything unusually foolish; he sniffed a great deal.



Flashman, p.167, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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