Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Not so fancy footwork



He advanced a pace, squinting up where I was pointing – and the next instant his courting tackle was half-way up inside his torso, impelled by my right boot, he was flying across the cabin, screaming, and Flashy was out and racing…


Flashman's Lady, p.200, Pan edition, 1979.



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