Showing posts with label ruffian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ruffian. Show all posts
Friday, 21 December 2012
Fatal nemesis
. . . and who better to shove him off the tail of the cart than good old Flashy, favourite ruffian of the Foreign Office, Palmerston-recommended, practically by Appointment Assassin Extraordinary to Her Majesty, demises discreetly arranged, moderate terms . . . if I were a sensitive man (and not a little flattered to be regarded as the most fatal nemesis since Jack Ketch) I might easily be offended.
Flashman on the March, p.249, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Monday, 19 December 2011
We ain't politicians
“Why in God’s name didn’t you stop him?”
“You and I tried,” says he. “But we ain’t politicians. What did you call us — government ruffians?”
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.355, Harper Collins, 1995.
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Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Being a ruffian
Watching his tall figure moving away I felt a little chill touch me; being a ruffian, perhaps I know a good man when I see one better than most, and Mac was one of the mainstays of our force. A damned prig, mind you, and given to immense airs, but as good a soldier – for what that’s worth – as I’ve met.
Flashman, p.194, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
Flashman, p.194, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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