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Romelle 15: No wonder I get no place with that piano. You put a hex on it with that strictly from Dixie you kick around. Corn, I mean.at strictly from Dixie (phr.) under Dixie, n.
Romelle 15: No wonder I get no place with that piano. You put a hex on it with that strictly from Dixie you kick around. Corn, I mean. Romelle 223: ‘[M]y name is not Jules Ramond but Albert Julian, although I’m the son of Leon Ramond—a lefthanded son’.at left-handed, adj.
Romelle 191: ‘Some lay-out you got here,’ said Lawson. ‘Your husband must be in the chips’.at layout, n.
Romelle 12: And then Arlene—she’d had to put her lip in. ‘I don’t see no Romeo tonight,’ she’d said, smirking.at lip in (v.) under lip, v.1
Romelle 17: Romelle—she had quite a few miles on her like a worn tire, but she was a good egg.at have miles on (one) (v.) under miles, n.
Romelle 37: Warmed by the champagne she became more at ease and looked around her with growing confidence. They weren’t so much—these people!at so much (adj.) under much, adj.
Romelle 74: ‘Every time I see Denise, or think of her, ‘ he said, ‘it reminds me of that place where you worked—that stinking hole!’ .at stinking, adj.1
Romelle 50: [She] sang better than she had in years: all her old favorite songs, sentimental, torchy, but pleasantly nostalgic.at torchy, adj.
Romelle 98: ‘You and Mrs. Ramond,’ he said, ‘seem so happy and self-sufficient. I’d be a third wheel’.at third wheel (n.) under wheel, n.
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