Showing posts with label moan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moan. Show all posts

Friday, 23 July 2010

A calm man



He had a cheroot going again; he glanced around, drawing on it, before continuing. ‘I was watching you; I do not think you are a calm man.’
      Heaven alone knew what could have given him that impression. To demonstrate my sang-froid I uttered a falsetto moan of inquiry.

Flashman's Lady, p.263, Pan edition, 1979.



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Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Quivering setter, thrashing stoat




She did him proud, too, with a strapping blonde wench – satin boots and all – and at the sight of her Willy moaned feverishly and pointed, quivering, like a setter. He was trying to clamber all over her almost before the door was closed, and of course he made a fearful mess of it, thrashing away like a stoat in a sack, and getting nowhere.



Flashman at the Charge, p.40, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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