Showing posts with label heir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heir. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

No such thing



There’s no such thing as an unfashionable hero or an unsuitable heiress.



Flashman's Lady, p.22, Pan edition, 1979.


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Monday, 27 April 2009

Like father, like son



But I had my doubts about the paternity of little Havvy – so called because his names were Harry Albert Victor, and he couldn’t say ‘Harry’ properly, generally because his mouth was full. My chum Speedicut, I remember, who is a coarse brute, claimed to see a conclusive resemblance to me: when Havvy was a few weeks old, and Speed came to the nursery to see him getting his rations, he said the way the infant went after the nurse’s tits proved beyond a doubt whose son he was.



Flashman at the Charge, p.16, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Friday, 24 April 2009

Hideous with his noise



Poor little Havvy, by the way, was our son and heir, a boisterous malcontent five-year-old who made the house hideous with his noise and was forever hitting his shuttlecocks about the place.



Flashman at the Charge, p.15/span>, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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