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Wednesday, 24 August 2011

He was the Governor



But he was the Governor, and had just fed me, so I nodded attentively and said “I never knew that, sir,” and “Ye don’t say!” though I might as well have hollered “Whelks for sale!” for all he heard.



Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.34, Harper Collins, 1995.


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