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[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 97: Last night ye haggled and argle-bargled like an apple-wife.
at argle-bargle, v.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 61: The men had a great respect for the chief mate, who was, as they say, ‘the only seaman of the whole jing-bang’.
at jing-bang, n.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 74: There was a French ship cruising here to pick me up; but she gave us the go-by in the fog.
at give someone/something the go-by (v.) under go-by, n.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 228: What kind of Whiggish, canting talk is this, for the house of Cluny Macpherson?
at canting, adj.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 267: Ye have a fine, hang-dog, rag-and-tatter, clappermaclaw kind of a look to ye, as if ye had stolen the coat from a potato-bogle.
at clapperclaw, v.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 194: You were running fit to burst.
at fit to bust under fit to..., phr.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 169: I swear upon the Holy Iron I had neither art nor part, act nor thought in it.
at by the holy poker! (excl.) under holy poker, n.1
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 44: He said [...] what a pleasure it was to get on shore with money in his pocket, and spend it like a man, and buy apples, and swagger, and surprise what he called the stick-in-the-mud boys.
at stick-in-the-mud, adj.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 39: You took me for a country Johnny Raw, with no more mother-wit or courage than a porridge-stick.
at Johnny Raw, n.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 68: The meals were either of oatmeal porridge or salt junk.
at junk, n.1
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 287: He rode from public house to public house and shouted his sorrows into the lug of Tom, Dick, and Harry.
at lug, n.1
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 40: I’m mortal hungry.
at mortal, adv.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 155: They’re queer customers, the Appin Stewarts.
at queer customer (n.) under queer, adj.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 248: I’m no a right man at all; I have neither sense nor kindness.
at right, adj.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 278: I had shot my bolt and sat speechless.
at shoot one’s bolt (v.) under shoot, v.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 97: Ye’ve made a sore hash of my brig.
at sore, adj.2
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 70: Even the captain, though he kept me at the stick’s end the most part of the time, would sometimes unbuckle a bit and tell me of the fine countries he had visited.
at keep at the stick’s end (v.) under stick, n.
[Scot] R.L. Stevenson Kidnapped 87: Wheesht, man! He’s paid the piper.
at whisht!, excl.
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