Showing posts with label mangle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mangle. Show all posts
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Antique whiskers
. . . and then I remembered that this same Napier, with his antique whiskers and one foot in the grave, had recently married a spanking little filly of eighteen, which had plainly influenced his outlook on commerce with the fairer sex; no wonder he looked as though he’d been fed through a mangle.
Flashman on the March, p.58, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Monday, 23 July 2012
Steamboat Willie
. . . he was cursing like a steamboat pilot with his toes in a mangle . . .
Flashman and the Tiger, p.308, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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