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Mott Street Poker Club 44: ‘Yo sabbe you hab ’em velly bad to-day’.at bad, adv.
Mott Street Poker Club 44: ‘Yo sabbe you hab ’em velly bad to-day’. Mott Street Poker Club 27: ‘Begobs!’ ejaculated Finnegan.at begorra!, excl.
Mott Street Poker Club 20: ‘Blettee on laces [...] me glo it blind’.at go it blind (v.) under blind, adv.1
Mott Street Poker Club 16: ‘You no sabbee bow-wow?’.at bow-wow, n.
Mott Street Poker Club 27: ‘Ah! me bucco, so I have ye at last’.at bucko, n.1
Mott Street Poker Club 19: ‘Him velly funny thing, him jack-pot.’ ‘Him velly fust chop when you catchee calds’.at first chop, adj.
Mott Street Poker Club 29: The ferret-eyed young man produced a very dirty dickey, two ditto collars and a pair of cuffs.at dicky, n.1
Mott Street Poker Club 43: No vestige of the dude suit was visible about him. He wore the conventional blue blouse.at dude, adj.
Mott Street Poker Club 30: ‘I thought you had no facers [...] I’ll have to see that raise, and rise it fifty’.at facer, n.2
Mott Street Poker Club 20: There was blood in Mr Gin-Sing’s eye and a brand new plug hat on his head.at plug-hat, n.
Mott Street Poker Club 29: They [i.e. a collar and cuffs] were destined to adorn his person at a hop.at hop, n.1
Mott Street Poker Club 42: ‘Havee plenty mon [...] Havee too muchee mon’.at mon, n.1
Mott Street Poker Club 33: ‘Mr Hong-Lung may be confidently expected to paint things red in his best style’.at paint the town red, v.
Mott Street Poker Club 10: That gentleman handled the pasteboards with a dexterity that savored of recent rehearsal.at pasteboard, n.
Mott Street Poker Club 27: Five bright, new silver dollars were shaken from his venal grasp [...] ‘Collar the plunks, Chinay,’ shouted Finnegan.at plunk, n.
Mott Street Poker Club 5: ‘How you playee him?’ ‘Me sabby belly well’.at savvy, v.
Mott Street Poker Club 5: ‘Him callee polkel,’ [...] replied Mr Hong-Lung, producing a pack of regulation squeezers.at squeezer, n.
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