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Alton Locke (1850) 25: As sure as hell’s hell, it’s your only chance.at sure as hell under sure as..., phr.
Alton Locke (1850) 25: As sure as hell’s hell, it’s your only chance. Alton Locke (1850) 180: He [...] showed himself as practised in every law quibble and practical cheat as if he had been a regularly ordained priest of the blue bag.at priest of the blue bag, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 75: Na bird is sa merry as Sandy Mackaye.at bird, n.1
Alton Locke (1850) 56: I was awakened by being shoved through the folding-doors of a gin-shop, into a glare of light and hubbub of black-guardism.at blackguard, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 27: Blow temperance, and blow all Chartists, say I!at blow!, excl.1
Alton Locke (1850) 58: It’s a horrid bore.at bore, n.1
Alton Locke (1850) 189: Take a caulker? Summat heavy, then?at caulker, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 456: Tip us your daddle, my boy.at tip us your daddle under daddle, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 44: Gunpowder is your true leveller – dash physical strength.at dash, v.1
Alton Locke (1850) 58: Send me up a go of hot with, and I’ll sit up with him.at hot with (n.) under hot, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 25: Ven yer pockets it at the Cock and Bottle, my kiddy, yer won’t find much of it left.at kiddy, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 70: By Jove, Alton, my boy! you’re a knowing fellow [...] to rise two beauties at the first throw, and hook them fast!at knowing, adj.
Alton Locke (1850) 25: ‘Does his mother know he’s out?’ asked another, ‘and won’t she know it —’.at does your mother know you’re out? under mother, n.
Alton Locke (1850) 46: ‘Am I clever?’ asked I, in honest surprise. ‘What! haven’t you found that out yet? Don’t try to put that on me.’.at put on, v.
Alton Locke 26: Fine him a pot! [...] for talking about kicking the bucket.at pot, n.1
Alton Locke (1850) 24: Down with the stumpy—a tizzy for a pot of half-and-half.at down with the stumpy! (excl.) under stumpy, n.1
Alton Locke (1850) 55: Hullo, young ’un [...] Oh! eh! Forgot the latch-key you sucking Don Juan, that’s it, is it?at sucking, adj.1
Alton Locke (1850) 97: Were not the army clothes, the post-office clothes, the policemen’s clothes, furnished by contractors and sweaters, who hired the work at low prices, and let it out again to journeymen at still lower ones?at sweater, n.1
Alton Locke (1850) 24: Down with the stumpy — a tizzy for a pot of half-and-half.at tizzy, n.1
Alton Locke (1862) 123: He disappeared every day about four to ‘hall’; after which he did not reappear till eight, the interval being taken up, he said, in ‘wines’ and an hour of billiards.at wine, n.1
Alton Locke (1850) 162: She says confounded clever things, too [...] and you may pick up a wrinkle or two from her.at wrinkle, n.
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