Showing posts with label mob. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mob. Show all posts

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

A quartermaster’s nightmare



      It was a quartermaster’s nightmare, too much gear coming ashore too quickly and nowhere to put it, with confusion worse confounded by the milling mob of what someone called the “pierhead democracy” . . .


Flashman on the March, p.28, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.



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Monday, 25 May 2009

Bayed with delight



War was finally declared at the end of March, in spite of Aberdeen’s dithering, and the mob bayed with delight from Shetland to Land’s End.



Flashman at the Charge, p.41, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Toadying like fury



But when you’re royalty they treat you as though you’re god; you begin to feel that you’re of entirely different stuff from the rest of mankind; you don’t walk, you float, above it all, with the mob beneath, toadying like fury.



Royal Flash, p.145, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Tuesday, 27 May 2008

The pounding of the mob

‘Wake Duncan with thy Knocking,’ he quoted, cocking his head on one side at the pounding of the mob.



Flashman, p.119, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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Friday, 2 February 2007

A file of red coats

Well, thought I, maybe it will and maybe it won't, but whoever is going to be caught between a mob on one side and a file of red coats on the other, it isn't going to be old Flashy.



Flashman, p. 52, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.