Showing posts with label sister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sister. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Except by the lion



      During this sisterly exchange I’d been ignored except by the lion, which had ambled up to rub his great head against my ribs — until Masteeat clicked her tongue, at which he trotted out obediently. Meanwhile she continued to pet her “pretty antelope”, the murderous virago who’d tried to dethrone her and was being coddled like a prodigal daughter . . . no, I can’t fathom women.


Flashman on the March, p.154, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Monday, 10 May 2010

And another thing



      ‘There’s another thing – matter of fact it was the first thought that popped into my head when I saw you just now – I don’t know how you’d feel about it, though – I mean, perhaps your wounds ain’t healed yet?’
      He hesitated. ‘Fire away,’ says I, thinking perhaps he wanted to introduce me to his sister.

Flashman's Lady, pp.16-17, Pan edition, 1979.



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