1863 G.A. Sala Breakfast in Bed 4: And who, in return for a craven blow, can deliver the auctioneer well over the face and eyes.at auctioneer, n.
1863 G.A. Sala Breakfast in Bed 162: But how would you like a screeching multitude, fifty thousand strong, and with not one of whom, to the best of your knowledge, you had even a bowing acquaintance, to vociferate in your track – in the public street, mind – ‘Ya-a-a-h! How are your poor feet?’.at how are your poor feet? under foot, n.
1863 G.A. Sala Breakfast in Bed 80: ‘Uncle Abe’ had only ninety-nine cents out of the mental dollar.at ...dollar under not the full..., phr.
1863 G.A. Sala Breakfast in Bed 227: ‘Try it,’ said my medico, ‘and come to me in three week’s time.’.at medico, n.
1863 G.A. Sala Breakfast in Bed 105: ’Tis like an old hat that has been ‘molokered’, or ironed and greased into a simulacrum of its pristine freshness.at molocher, n.