Showing posts with label owl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label owl. Show all posts

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Shaken and desperate



. . . if it had shaken him to the point where I was his dear Harry, he must be desperate. I'd steered him out of more than one scrape in the past, and here he was again, looking at me like an owl in labour.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.216, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Squinted wisely



…he fixed his thumbs in his belt and squinted wisely at me, like an owl in labour…



Flashman's Lady, p.18, Pan edition, 1979.



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