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Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 33: None of your fluttering Jack-a-dandies, now, would have said this!at jack-a-dandy, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 33: None of your fluttering Jack-a-dandies, now, would have said this! Sir Charles Grandison (1812) II 108: I was a perfect Abigail to her in the affair [...] two sisters agreed to manage a love affair, have advantages over even a lady and her woman.at abigail, n.1
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VI 541: ‘Adad, adad,’ said he, ‘I do not know what to make of myself.’.at adad!, excl.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VI 529: ‘Ads-heart,’ said my uncle.at adsheart! (excl.) under ads, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 13: Ad’s-my-life, I like your answer!at adslife! (excl.) under ads, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) IV 295: He cursed the apron-string tenure, by which he said he held his peace.at apron-string hold (n.) under apron-strings, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 27: We boxed it about, and had rare fun.at box (it) about (v.) under box, v.2
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VI 530: ‘How the deuce,’ said he, ‘does Sir Charles manage it?’.at deuce, the, phr.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 12: Am I, or am I not right, Mr. Reeves, as to my nephew’s flame, as they call it. ‘The lady you describe, Sir Rowland, is Miss Byron.’.at flame, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 26: O my grandmother! what with the talk of the young country lady [...] and what with another, we boxed it about.at my granny! (excl.) under granny, n.1
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 32: ‘Think not of tea,’ said she. ‘Hang tea,’ said Mr. Reeves.at hang!, excl.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 122: But surely, in such a heap of stuff as I have written, there is something that I can read to them.at heap, n.1
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 30: Devil take him if he ever saw a prig so fairly taken in! — but I was a sly little rogue!at take in, v.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 5: Come, Fenwick, let us retire, and lay our two loggerheads together.at loggerhead, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VII 617: He arose, took the little thing from me, kissed its forehead, its cheek, its lips, its little pudsey hands, first one, then the other.at pudsey, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 617: ‘Take away the pug,’ said I [...] They rescued the still smiling babe, and ran away with it.at pug, n.1
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 30: I must myself sing small in her company!at sing small (v.) under sing, v.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VI 467: The hearts of us women when we are urged to give way to a clandestine and unequal address [...] are apt, and are pleaded with, to rise against the notions of bargain and sale. Smithfield bargains you Londoners call them.at Smithfield bargain (n.) under Smithfield, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 30: He had caught a Tartar!at catch a tartar (v.) under tartar, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) I 29: My lord and I have had another little – tiff, shall I call it? it came not up to a quarrel.at tiff, n.2
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VI 535: You profess ignorance; but in heart imagine you are at the tip-top of your wisdom.at tip-top, n.
Sir Charles Grandison (1812) VI 530: Sir Charles Grandison is none of your gew-gaw whip-jacks that you know not where to have.at whip-jack (n.) under whip, v.1
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