1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 253: ‘Huh,’ she says, bitter, ‘you’re a beauty to talk, anyway.’.at beauty, n.1
1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 158: ‘Wot does that mean?’ I whispers to Hemma, ‘a cabbage on this ’ouse?’ ‘’Ush,’ whispers Hemma, ‘’e said mortgage,’ and I were no wiser.at cabbage, n.2
1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 169: ‘Dope!’ I wails as I shoot by [...] ‘Coco!’ I gurgles, whizzing past.at coke, n.1
1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 169: ‘Talking of that,’ she goes on, ‘we dope a lot. [...] Why even these cigarettes as we’re smoking are full of cocaine.’.at dope, v.1
1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 208: I got a cold in me face in some way watching that dratted display.at dratted, adj.
1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 62: ‘Wot we’ll ’ave,’ says the gusher, ‘is a scene in a ’bus.’.at gusher, n.
1923 C.B. Poultney Mrs. ’Arris 224: ‘Mrs. ’Arris gone off ’er onion agen,’ says one, sniggering.at off one’s onion (adj.) under onion, n.1