fly-horses

Updated: September 12, 2025

And run he did, with all his might, rushing headlong through the gates, threading his way between the omnibuses and under the Roman noses of the mild fly-horses in the enclosure, until at length he found himself inside the little booking-office. He was not too late; the train was still at the platform, the engine getting up steam with a dull roar.

F. Anstey - Vice Versa: or A Lesson to Fathers