Green’s Dictionary of Slang
R. Marsh Beetle 6: I ain’t ’ad no brads, ’cept now and then a brown, this parst six months.at brad, n.1
R. Marsh Beetle 75: A first chop specimen of a low-down idiot.at first chop, adj.
R. Marsh Beetle 264: I don’t care if you’ve got an engagement with the Queen, you’ll have to chuck it.at chuck, v.2
R. Marsh Beetle 6: Got any money? — My crikey!at crikey!, excl.
R. Marsh Beetle 285: That’s a nice old lady, on my honour, — one of the good old crusty sort.at crusty, adj.
R. Marsh Beetle 269: Holt re-dished his yarn — I smelt a rat.at dish (out), v.
R. Marsh Beetle 285: You needn’t put yourself out to holler at me — I won’t be hollered at!at holler, v.
R. Marsh Beetle 151: You—you’re a pretty lot, upon my word!at lot, n.1
R. Marsh Beetle 277: I sees double, or things what was only inside my own noddle.at noddle, n.
R. Marsh Beetle 75: I knocked twice, I knocked thrice [...] If it is possible to make noise enough to waken the dead, you bet I’m on to it. And I was,—I punished that knocker!at punish, v.
R. Marsh Beetle 333: ‘What sort of a shindy?’ ‘Yelling and shrieking—oh my gracious, it was enough to set your blood all curdled.’.at shindy, n.
R. Marsh Beetle 5: ‘It’s the first time I’ve been to a casual ward [...] How far is it to Kensington?’ ‘Work’us? — about three mile; — but if I was you, I’d try St. George’s.’.at workus, n.
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