Showing posts with label fancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fancy. Show all posts
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
Safety in numbers, what?
“Careful o’ that one, sir. She’d a Haymarket Hussar,* and quite desperate altogether.” From which I gathered he, too, had taken the lady’s fancy, and avoided her for his own good.
“Haymarket or Grant Road?” says I, and he said ’twas no joke, Theodore being a real mad miser with his women. “A fellow on sentry-go at the hareem cadged a cup of tej from one of the concubines, and was lashed to a pulp. Best to keep together when the likes of Madam Tamagno’s on the prowl; safety in numbers, what?”
Unless she likes to drill by platoons,” says I, and he exclaimed “I say!” . . .
*Haymarket Hussar: a courtesan of the better class. Grant Road was the prostitutes’ quarter in Bombay
Flashman on the March, p.217, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Wednesday, 20 July 2011
Size of a tangerine
All kind of mad fancies flit by — not to be taken seriously, you understand, but food for wild imaginings — like bleaching your hair and striking out for Valparaiso under the name of Butterworth and never looking near England again . . . two million quid, Lord love us! Aye, but d’you dispose of a diamond the size of a tangerine?
Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.314, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.
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Monday, 14 June 2010
Pirates and roses

Well. well, thinks I, who’d have thought it: the mad pirate-killer and rose-fancier, spoony on Angie Coutts’s picture – I’ll bet that every time he contemplates it the local Dyak lasses have to scamper for cover.
Flashman's Lady, p.133, Pan edition, 1979.
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