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[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 36: Lord-a-mussy, did you ever see such a drainpipe?
at lor-a-massy/-mussy!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 77: Ah, be javers, and I suppose you work with these creatures all day.
at bejabers!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 509: Why don’t you, you great booby?
at booby, n.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 23: ‘Oh bust it!’ muttered Cynthia, beginning to sulk.
at bust it! (excl.) under bust, v.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 82: He’s got plenty of chink.
at chink, n.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 345: But Germany wants a navy as big as ours, and we can’t have two navies cock of the walk.
at cock of the walk (n.) under cock, n.3
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 439: Come awf it! You’ll make a joke in a minute.
at come off it! (excl.) under come off, v.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 73: If the foreman cops me, he won’t kiss me good-bye when me day’s work’s done.
at cop, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 508: Oh my crikey!
at crikey!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 357: ‘Crums!’ she exclaimed.
at crumbs!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 439: MacSoloman’s his name, I don’t think.
at I don’t think, phr.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 36: ‘Hallo, Face!’ cried the others.
at face, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 440: P’raps the Admiral’s her fancy boy.
at fancy bloke (n.) under fancy, adj.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 365: Wouldn’t Mother have forty fits if she saw me here?
at forty fits (n.) under fit, n.3
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 257: The man sets out to be perfectly frank and free, but he funks it at the last.
at funk, v.2
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 362: A trifler, and a gas-bag to boot.
at gasbag, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 438: Gaw, I like that!
at gaw, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 69: Sunday School kids! [...] My hat!
at my hat!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 203: It’s mere hogwash.
at hogwash, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 85: They would lure him to a quiet place and there give him a lambing.
at lam, v.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 48: But law! your ma isn’t half in a stew.
at law!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 36: ‘Lummy!’ cried Rob [...] ‘What an ass!’.
at lumme!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 438: Strike me blue if there ain’t the Gen’ral!
at strike me blue! (excl.) under strike me...!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 74: It wouldn’t be good for a young shaver like you.
at shaver, n.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 336: I wonder [...] if that old woman is on her balcony – old Miss Hackett, who split on us last time.
at split, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 135: I’m loving you – loving you for [...] having the spunk to throw your ball over the garden wall.
at spunk, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 134: ‘Oh, you’re stuffing us!’ protested Cynthia.
at stuff, v.1
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 51: She could turn on the waterworks at the least provocation.
at turn on the waterworks (v.) under waterworks, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Child of Norman’s End (1967) 268: I nearly lost my wool with him myself last night.
at lose one’s wool (v.) under wool, n.1
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