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Monday, 28 December 2009

Grinning on the terrace



…the ghillies loafed about grinning on the terrace with the guns and pouches – they knew I loathed it, and that Ellenborough couldn’t carry his guts for more than ten yards without a rest, and the brutes enjoyed our discomfiture.

Flashman in the Great Game, p.47, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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