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Quite Alone III 102: ‘Tom Tuttleshell will be one of us. You know Tom?’ ‘Do I know my grandmother? [...] Monsieur Tuttleshell and I are friends – business friends – of some standing.’. Quite Alone III 99: She’s a regular devil that woman, and four nights out of six she’s as lushy as a boiled owl. Quite Alone III 131: Them furriners don’t seem to care a brass farden what becomes of their own flesh and blood. Quite Alone I 2: Is that Anonyma driving [...] and a groom with folded arms behind her? Bah! there are so many Anonymas now-a-days. If it isn’t the Nameless One herself, it is Synonyma. Quite Alone III 124: ‘Sulky young baboon,’ the hostess would continue. Quite Alone I 39: You’ve no ballast, my boy, and you’ll founder. Take my advice, and if you haven’t laid by for a rainy day, borrow somebody else’s umbrella, and don’t give it back again. Quite Alone III 88: I’d rather be a barker to a shoe-shop. Quite Alone I 233: Cake and wine existed no more in her allure; she was suggestive only of bread and scrape and sky-blue. Quite Alone III 173: The whole boiling of ’em. Tom, Dick, and Harry. Quite Alone I 52: I’m sure we’d wait for better times, and never trouble you for one brass farthing. Quite Alone I 233: Cake and wine existed no more in her allure; she was suggestive only of bread and scrape and sky-blue. Quite Alone III 131: It’s a burning shame, and so it is. Quite Alone III 88: It’s enough to make a fellow take to the busking game. Quite Alone III 81: She is no chicken, and that’s a fact. Quite Alone I 8: A man’s hat. I mean the chimney-pot. Quite Alone III 79: Come and chop on Sunday? Quite Alone I 119: I will keep my head cool, and won’t touch ivory to-night. Quite Alone I 116: Mr. Blunt took a pretty heavy draught of the Dutch courage, which was, indeed, the very best French cognac. Quite Alone I 23: One crusty-looking cheesemonger denounced the whole proceedings as rubbish. [Ibid.] 35: He’s apt to turn crusty sometimes. Quite Alone I 30: There came up my Lord Carlton, a wild rake of the time, and deep player. Quite Alone I 8: Who the doose is that woman on the black mare? Quite Alone I 31: Dooced queer time it must have been, too, and dooced queer fellows. Quite Alone I 40: ‘How he manages it,’ he continues, ‘I can’t imagine.’ [...] ‘Shakes his elbow,’ suggested purple-faced Captain Hanger. Quite Alone III 167: Faugh! how she smells of brandy. Quite Alone III 133: Vy did the hinspector ’ave me up before the commisioners, and play old Gooseberry with me? Because he were jealous. Quite Alone I 253: Jagg only refrained from going to law [...] because Rhododendron House had him on the hip. Quite Alone I 233: ‘Hoity-toity!’ quoth Miss Barbara Bunnycastle. Quite Alone I 119: I will keep my head cool, and won’t touch ivory to-night. Quite Alone III 174: ‘It isn’t a Kathleen Mavouroon farewell, after all,’ he whispered. ‘It won’t be for years, and it won’t be for ever [...] I shall see you often.’. Quite Alone III 172: It’s very picturesque and in tol lol repair.