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Pelham I 17: He cared not a straw that he was a man of fortune, of family, of consequence; he must be a man of ton, or he was [...] no man.at not care a straw, v.
Pelham I 17: He cared not a straw that he was a man of fortune, of family, of consequence; he must be a man of ton, or he was [...] no man. Pelham I 184: At the end of that time the abigail (the duchesse had the grace to disappear) released me.at abigail, n.1
Pelham I 104: When I first went to Paris, I took a French master [...] This ‘Haberdasher of Pronouns’ was a person of the name of Margot.at haberdasher of (nouns and) pronouns, n.
Pelham III 297: Dressing up one of the pals, whom the sinner could not recognize, as an ‘autem bawler,’ and so obtaining him the benefit of the clergy without endangering the gang by his confession.at autem-bawler (n.) under autem, n.
Pelham III 295: ‘What ho, my kiddy,’ cried Job, ‘don’t be glimflashy; why you’d cry beef on a blater.’.at cry (hot) beef (v.) under hot beef!, excl.
Pelham III 292: Stubble it, you ben, you deserve to cly the jerk for your patter.at ben, n.1
Pelham III 292: Egad, you carry a bane blink aloft.at bene, adj.
Pelham III 291: Ah, Bess, my covess, strike me blind if my sees don’t tout your bingo muns in spite of the darkmans.at bingo, adj.
Pelham III 327: The old girl has lushed so well at the bingo, that she sleeps as if her next morrow was the day of judgment.at bingo, n.1
Pelham III 310: Gentlemen, as he called them, but whom I have since found to be markers, sharpers, and black-legs.at blackleg, n.1
Pelham III 295: ‘What ho, my kiddy,’ cried Job, ‘don’t be glimflashy. Why you’d cry beef on a blater.’.at blater, n.
Pelham III 292: Egad, you carry a bane blink aloft.at blink, n.1
Pelham III 312: He then said, that Sir John Tyrrell had publicly disgraced me– that I should be blown upon the course– that no gentleman would bet with me again.at blow, v.1
Pelham III 295: The cove is a bob cull, and a pal of my own.at bob cull (n.) under bob, adj.
Pelham III 274: Four times I have been in that shop where you saw me borrow the diamond ring, which you now remark upon my little finger.at borrow, v.
Pelham III 295: Zounds, Bess [...] what cull’s this? Is this a bowsing ken for every cove to shove his trunk in?at bousing-ken, n.
Pelham III 268: Suppose Bess were to address you thus: ‘Well you parish bull prig, are you for lushing jackey, or pattering in the hum box?’.at hum-box, n.
Pelham III 247: We have done many a mad prank together, which I should not like the bugaboos and bulkies to know.at bugaboo, n.1
Pelham III 247: We have done many a mad prank together, which I should not like the bugaboos and bulkies to know.at bulky, n.
Pelham III 292: Stubble it, you ben, you deserve to cly the jerk for your patter.at cly the jerk (v.) under cly, v.
Pelham II 107: The b— counter-skipper never had any watch! He only filched a twopenny-halfpenny gilt chain out of his master, Levi, the pawnbroker’s window.at counter-jumper, n.
Pelham III 298: A square crib, indeed! aye, square as Mr. Newman’s courtyard – ding boys on three sides, and the crap on the fourth!at crap, n.2
Pelham III 333: Crash the cull – down with him – down with him, before he dubs the jigger.at crash, v.
Pelham III 298: Why, you would not be boosing till lightman’s in a square crib like mine, as if you were in a flash panny.at square crib (n.) under crib, n.1
Pelham III 295: Zounds, Bess [...] what cull’s this? Is this a bowsing ken for every cove to shove his trunk in?at cull, n.1
Pelham III 297: Toddle, my bob cull. We must track up the dancers and tout the sinner.at track (up) the dancers (v.) under dancers, n.
Pelham III 291: Ah, Bess, my covess, strike me blind if my sees don’t tout your bingo muns in spite of the darkmans.at darkmans, n.
Pelham I 283: Sir Willoughby [...] made to this extraordinary remonstrance no other reply than a long whiff, and a ‘Well, Russelton, dash my wig [...] but you’re a queer fellow.’.at dash my wig(s)! (excl.) under dash, v.1
Pelham III 333: Tip him the degen, Fib, fake him through and through; if he pikes, we shall all be scragged.at degen, n.
Pelham III 298: A square crib, indeed! aye, square as Mr. Newman’s courtyard — ding boys on three sides, and the crap on the fourth!at ding boy (n.) under ding, v.1
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