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Tell England choose

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[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 179: Lord, how small my little vanities seemed now! A fig for them all!
at fig, a, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 125: But snakes alive! we’ll get in the semi-final.
at snakes (alive)!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 143: Ye Gods! Had he ever heard of Honion?
at ye gods (and little fishes)!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 290: Our babe’s done orl right. He’s killed four, and is now standin’ on ’em.
at babe, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 32: This bally book’s all wrong.
at bally, adj.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 280: There’s nothing to bellyache about.
at bellyache, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 129: Moles has gone a belly-flopper.
at bellyflop, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 133: There are to be no dam black-legs.
at blackleg, n.2
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 48: ‘Go to blazes,’ I said, ‘and take your vulgar guffaws with you.’.
at go to blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 192: Balls in! Shove like blazes!
at like (the) blazes (adv.) under blazes, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 153: Hoo-Ray, hoo-Ray, hoo-blooming-Ray!
at blooming, adj.1
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 28: An hour’s sweat with Radley. Oh, hang! Blow! Damn!
at blow!, excl.1
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 27: I think that friend of yours is going to blub.
at blub, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 297: The boyish words broke me up. My brows contracted in pain. My eyes burned.
at break up, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 128: You’re a ripping chap, and I’m sorry if I ever cheeked you.
at cheek, v.1
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 55: Did you ever see an orthodox doctor produce a cockchafer like that?
at cockchafer, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 115: Didn’t you deliberately cut me out with Radley?
at cut out, v.2
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 158: He made a peculiarly effective exit, his hat tilted at what he called a ‘damn-your-eyes’ angle.
at damn-your-eyes (adj.) under damn, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 57: Oh, dash!
at dash!, excl.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 33: You never let me, sir – dashed unfair.
at dashed, adv.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 308: ‘The devil!’ exclaimed I.
at devil, the, phr.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 51: How the devil are you?
at how the devil...?, phr.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 306: The dickens! What does it mean?
at dickens, the, phr.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 175: I suppose – I haven’t a dog’s chance. Find out if – I’m done for.
at dog’s chance (n.) under dog, n.2
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 20: We old fogies [...] are really done for and shelved.
at done for, adj.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 138: They’ll say you funked your master, if you don’t go up to Mr. Fillet’s study; I shall say you funked the boys, if you don’t go out to them. You must choose between their contempt and mine.
at funk, v.2
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 251: Don’t stand there talking such gaff.
at gaff, n.2
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 83: Kick that gas-bag Pennybet out.
at gasbag, n.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 111: I can’t be whacked; I’m too old. But you’ll get it, Rupert.
at get it, v.
[UK] E. Raymond Tell England (1965) 111: Hang you, I don’t want your sympathy.
at hang, v.1
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