‘England’s service.’ said she, looking intense.
‘The say thing, ma’am,’ says I, flown with inspiration, and she cast her eyes down wistfully. The Duke gave what sounded like a little groan.
Flashman, p.274, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Flown with inspiration
However, I had to say something, so I mumbled about Her Majesty’s service.
‘England’s service.’ said she, looking intense.
‘The say thing, ma’am,’ says I, flown with inspiration, and she cast her eyes down wistfully. The Duke gave what sounded like a little groan.
Flashman, p.274, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
‘England’s service.’ said she, looking intense.
‘The say thing, ma’am,’ says I, flown with inspiration, and she cast her eyes down wistfully. The Duke gave what sounded like a little groan.
Flashman, p.274, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Never try to flatter
‘Ask him,’ I shouted, ‘how I came here! Ask the lying, treacherous bastard!’
‘Never try to flatter Gul Shah,’ said the stout man cheerfully. ‘He’ll believe every word of it.’
Flashman, p.136, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
‘Never try to flatter Gul Shah,’ said the stout man cheerfully. ‘He’ll believe every word of it.’
Flashman, p.136, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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