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Paul Clifford I 215: ‘Thunder and oons, Old Bags!’ quoth mine host of the Jolly Angler, ‘this will never do.’.at blood and ’ounds!, excl.
Paul Clifford I 215: ‘Thunder and oons, Old Bags!’ quoth mine host of the Jolly Angler, ‘this will never do.’. Paul Clifford I 157: ‘’T is a market proper for pigs, dear dame,’ said Paul, who [...] did not refuse a joke as bitter as it was inelegant; ‘for, of all others, it [i.e. prison] is the spot where a man learns to take care of his bacon.’.at bacon, n.1
Paul Clifford I 120: The play is a bang-up sort of a place; look at your coat and your waistcoat, that’s all!at bang-up, adj.
Paul Clifford I 23: ‘Paul, my ben cull,’ said she, ‘what gibberish hast got there?’.at bene cull (n.) under bene, adj.
Paul Clifford I 267: We wanderers are not allowed the same boast as the more fortunate Benedicts; we send our hearts in search of a home, and we lose the one without gaining the other.at benedict, n.
Paul Clifford I 58: His bingo was unexceptionable; and as for his stark-naked, it was voted the most brilliant thing in nature.at bingo, n.1
Paul Clifford III 231: There now, you gallows-bird! you has taken the swipes without chalking; you wants to cheat the poor widow; but I sees you, I does!at gallows-bird, n.
Paul Clifford II 107: He was pumped by the mob for the theft of a bird’s-eye wipe.at bird’s eye wipe, n.
Paul Clifford I 76: ‘If so be as you von’t blab, I’ll tell you a bit of a secret.’.at blab, v.
Paul Clifford II 94: ‘Bring the lush and the pipes, old blone!’ cried Ned.at blone, n.
Paul Clifford I 74: If ever I know as how you makes a flat of my Paul, blow me tight, but I’ll weave you a hempen collar: I’ll hang you, you dog, I will.at blow me tight!, excl.
Paul Clifford I 58: In a very short time, by his blows-out and his bachelorship [...] he became the very glass of fashion. [Ibid.] II 265: There’s some swell cove of a lord gives a blow-out to-day.at blow-out, n.1
Paul Clifford I 30: ‘I ’as heard as ’ow Judith was once blowen to a great lord!’ said Dummie.at blowen, n.
Paul Clifford I 26: Paul here reappeared with the pipe; and the dame, having filled the tube, leaned forward, and lighted the Virginian weed from the blower of Mr. Dunnaker.at blower, n.2
Paul Clifford I 72: Be a bob-cull, – drop the bullies, and you shall have the blunt!at bob cull (n.) under bob, adj.
Paul Clifford I 220: All who can feel for the public weal / Likes the public-house to be bobbish.at bobbish, adj.
Paul Clifford I 127: Before Paul had recovered sufficiently to make an effectual bolt, he was prostrated to the earth by a blow from the other and undamaged watchman.at bolt, n.1
Paul Clifford I 206: He’s boosing away at a fine rate, in the back-parlour.at booze, v.
Paul Clifford I 3: You knows you has only stepped from my boosing ken to another.at bousing-ken, n.
Paul Clifford I 220: Whatever the noise as is made by the boys / At the bar as they lush away, / The devil a noise my peace alloys / As long as the rascals pay!at boys, the, n.
Paul Clifford I 64: The evening passed away very delightfully, and Paul went home without a ‘brad’ in his pocket.at brad, n.1
Paul Clifford III 296: But, above all, the same inflexible, defying, stubborn spirit, though in Brandon it assumed the stately cast of majesty, and in Clifford it seemed the desperate sternness of the bravo, stamped itself in both.at bravo, n.
Paul Clifford I 156: Mrs. Lobkins, [...] burst weepingly into the pathetic reproach, – ‘O Paul, thou hast brought thy pigs to a fine market!’.at bring one’s hogs to a fair market (v.) under bring, v.
Paul Clifford III 123: We sport horses on the race-course, and look big at the multitude we have bubbled.at bubble, v.1
Paul Clifford I 74: Oh, you viper, budge and begone!at budge, v.1
Paul Clifford III 126: Tell me, do you think the Grazier will buff it home?at buff, v.1
Paul Clifford I 72: Be a bob-cull, – drop the bullies, and you shall have the blunt!at bully, n.1
Paul Clifford I 102: He who surreptitiously accumulates bustle is in fact nothing better than a buzz-gloak!at bustle, n.1
Paul Clifford I 102: He who surreptitiously accumulates bustle is in fact nothing better than a buzz-gloak!at buz-gloak (n.) under buz, n.
Paul Clifford I 113: You might still be [...] vilifying a parcel of poor devils in the what-d’ye-call it, with a hard name.at what-d’you-call-it, n.
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