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Queen of the South 133: Shall language be expunged because we dread to listen to it? O, ye sham Abrams, where all is more or less delusive, ‘judge not, lest ye be judged’.at sham-abram, n.
Queen of the South 133: Shall language be expunged because we dread to listen to it? O, ye sham Abrams, where all is more or less delusive, ‘judge not, lest ye be judged’. Queen of the South 19: There’s other post and rails than them made of stringy bark; there’s a sorter tea, coarse as chips and bitter as hops.at post-and-rail (tea), n.
Queen of the South 156: Arter a bit of a barney, they consents.at barney, n.2
Queen of the South 4: Suppose I twigg some soogie swell in a coat and bell-topper, d’ye think I owns him for my betters? No such thing, I joes him.at bell-topper (n.) under bell, n.1
Queen of the South 77: Oh, blow that [...] I’m tired of your larks.at blow!, excl.1
Queen of the South 36: I only gig that for the sake of business, so help me Susannah it aint worth it.at s’elp me bob!, excl.
Queen of the South 21: If now [...] you felt inclined to give greenhorn yonder the go-bye, you and I might do a stroke this season.at give someone/something the go-by (v.) under go-by, n.
Queen of the South 29: These English, in the old country so wedded to custom [...] so persistent in wearing chimney-pot hats.at chimney-pot (hat) (n.) under chimney, n.
Queen of the South 156: These Johnny Chinamen is rare coves for a deal, so twiggin.at John Chinaman, n.
Queen of the South 75: ‘Thank heaven for this!’ exclaimed Frank. ‘Not so fast, young choker,’ said Bob-the-Butcher.at choker, n.1
Queen of the South 78: He continued, with a ferocious sarcasm [...] ‘I’m to take you out of the scrub, and get put in chokey for my pains; p’raps sent to kingdom-cum, with a bracelet round my neck, through the lies of you, and sich as you. O Bob, poor creetur, how werry green you’ve grown!at chokey, n.
Queen of the South 12: You new chum vagabond crawler; you parchment-staining, quibbling, pettifogging cockatoo-settler.at cockatoo, n.2
Queen of the South 53: To be done, by a Methody cove, out o’ two bottles o’ rum [...] is a comin’ it too stiff.at come it, v.3
Queen of the South 118: ‘Got no silk handkerchiefs?’ [...] ‘Sold ’em all for crackers to bullock-drivers. New chums wipe their noses on anythink – mostly on “cotton bundles”.’.at cracker, n.4
Queen of the South 134: It was you as said the gentleman was a blackguard and a crawling new chum.at crawl, v.1
Queen of the South 111: I cumber it with slang expressions! It’s my fault, I suppose, that such a tongue is spoken by the demi-reps of Australia?at demi-rep, n.
Queen of the South 44: Why don’t you take up with preaching? [...] You don’t talk so dusty.at dusty, adj.1
Queen of the South 103: When excitement led the players to forgetfulness of the pannikin [he would] remind them that ‘fair dues was fair dues,’ and not to bilk Joe.at fair dos under fair, adj.
Queen of the South 79: What with hot drinks through the night, and cool ‘fizzers’ in the morning, bad luck to a ha’porth of grog or lemonade will be left to the firm.at fizz, n.1
Queen of the South 35: Mr. Sol Lazarus, as the old-fashioned watch [...] was handed to him, affected to look very disdainfully at it, muttering ‘Frying-pan’.at frying pan, n.2
Queen of the South 146: Yes, he had been a government man; but he had a ticket-of-leave, and was reformed.at government man (n.) under government, n.
Queen of the South 21: If now [...] you felt inclined to give greenhorn yonder the go-bye, you and I might do a stroke this season.at greenhorn, n.
Queen of the South 131: I charge that man, Hockey [...] with sly-grog-selling.at sly-grog, n.
Queen of the South 105: It’s the priest. Run, Nat, quick! run, or, by the lord Harry, Nettle ’ll limb him.at by the Lord Harry! (excl.) under Lord Harry, n.
Queen of the South 97: First a fossiker, then cook to a couple of hedge-priests – heaven forgive me for saying so of cousin Peter.at hedge-priest (n.) under hedge, adj.
Queen of the South 33: Ikey Lazarus is perhaps no better, perhaps no worse, than many of us, Jew or Gentile.at ikey, n.
Queen of the South 170: I shall see Jem Clayeter, who’s well in, and wont let a friend be stuck for a hundred or so.at well-in, adj.
Queen of the South 115: I love that lad somehow. And yet his mother was a cold jilt.at jilt, n.1
Queen of the South 4: Suppose I twigg some soogie swell in a coat and bell-topper, d’ye think I owns him for my betters? No such thing, I joes him.at joe, v.1
Queen of the South 97: What as you lagged for?at lag, v.2
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