Showing posts with label trim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trim. Show all posts
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Hulking louts who box
That’s the trouble with those snivelling little sneaks one knocks about at school; they grow up into hulking louts who box, and are always in prime trim.
Flashman's Lady, p.15, Pan edition, 1979.
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