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Monday, 21 May 2012

Always been ivory



      The deuce of it is, when Elspeth turns a conversation topsy-turvy, all wide-eyed innocence, you can never be sure whether it’s witlessness or guile. She’d always been ivory from her delightful neck upwards, but that don’t mean she can’t wheedle a duck from a pond when so minded.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.234, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Wednesday, 3 March 2010

Thou art no fool



      Ilderim glanced at me witheringly, and bit his nail in scorn.
      ‘Bloody Lance,’ says he, ‘ye may be as the bravest rider in the British Army and God knows thou art no fool – but with women thou art a witless infant.’



Flashman in the Great Game, p.173, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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