“Och, isn’t he the wee duck?” sighs she, jingling her loot as he hobbled away. “Aye, weel,
mony a mickle mak’s a muckle, as Papa used to say.” She slipped it into her bag and broke into civilised speech.
Flashman and the Tiger,
p.229,
Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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