Showing posts with label smoking. Show all posts
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Friday, 30 April 2010

A cold tub and a ten-mile walk



He was as tall as I was, brown-faced and square-chinned, with a keen look about him, as though he couldn’t wait to have a cold tub and a ten-mile walk. A Christian, I shouldn’t wonder, and no smoking the day before the match.





Flashman's Lady, p.15, Pan edition, 1979.


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Thursday, 16 October 2008

See him still



I can see him still, arms akimbo, flashing eyes, curly head, brilliant smile, and ready to set fire to an orphan asylum to light his cheroot.



Royal Flash, p.220, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Saturday, 31 May 2008

Puffing at a cheroot


And after this, to show what he thought, he took his blankets into the council and lay on them throughout, puffing at a cheroot and sniffing loudly whenever Elphy said anything unusually foolish; he sniffed a great deal.



Flashman, p.167, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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