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Insurrection 65: ‘Blood in ounce!’ he muttered hoarsely.at blood and ’ounds!, excl.
Insurrection 65: ‘Blood in ounce!’ he muttered hoarsely. Insurrection 77: ‘Kiss my arse,’ the woman said to him contemptuously.at kiss my arse!, excl.
Insurrection 28: Don’t let it be said that two bog-trotters from the west can lick the whole of Dublin.at bogtrotter (n.) under bog, n.3
Insurrection 12: ‘You dirty bowsies!’ he cried.at bowsie, n.
Insurrection 37: I’m not afraid of a clodhopper like you.at clodhopper, n.
Insurrection 156: By Ganeys! That looks like the king of all guns.at by ganeys! (excl.) under ganeys, n.
Insurrection 108: A rank outsider! Aw! By the hammers of hell!at by the hammers of hell! (excl.) under hammer, n.1
Insurrection 107: Cripes! You must have a proper load on you.at load, n.
Insurrection 197: ‘Hey! Where do you think you’re going?’ cried a soldier as she entered the alley-way. ‘You might get a packet in the napper down there.’.at cop a packet (v.) under packet, n.
Insurrection 244: This penniless spalpeen that I found wandering about the streets.at spalpeen, n.
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