Showing posts with label cut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cut. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

The United Service card room



. . . I was cut stone dead by someone a deal more important — the Prince of Wales, no less, shied away from me in the United Service card room, and hightailed it as fast as his ponderous guts would let him, giving me a shifty squint over his shoulder as he went. That, I confess, I found pretty raw. It’s embarrassing enough to be cut by the most vulgar man in Europe, but when he is also a Prince who is deeply in your debt you begin to wonder what royalty’s coming to.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.292, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Friday, 4 May 2012

A loving couple



. . . she had suddenly dropped him like a hot rivet, even cut him dead in the Row. I never knew why, and didn't inquire; the less I knew of her transgressions (and she of mine) the better — I reckon that's why we've always been such a loving couple.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.224, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Tuesday, 3 June 2008

My word?

‘As I understand it,’ says I, ‘your word is pledged already.’

‘My word? Will that heal a cut throat? I talk of what is; I expect Elfistan Sahib to do the same.’



Flashman, p.191, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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