Showing posts with label roaring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roaring. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

A quick look



I was roaring above the noise, at her, swearing I loved her and that she could still save herself, and she shot me a quick look as she took the mare’s bridle – just for an instant, but it’s stayed with me for fifty years, and you may think me an old fool and fanciful, but I’ll swear there were tears in her eyes…



Flashman in the Great Game, pp.314-5, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Roaring your heart out


…and if I have to use one [a sabre] I’d rather it wasn’t in single combat, but in a mêlée, where you can hang about on the outskirts, roaring your heart out and waiting for an opponent with his back turned.



Royal Flash, p.123, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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