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Harvester 23: I was mad as hornets at first, but since I’ve slept on the idea, I rather like it.at ...a hornet under mad as..., adj.
Harvester 23: I was mad as hornets at first, but since I’ve slept on the idea, I rather like it. Harvester 516: Bamfoozle all the rest of them as much as you please, lad.at bamfoozle, v.
Harvester 12: The beauties!at beauty, n.1
Harvester 105: Begorry! The very idea!at begorra!, excl.
Harvester 442: I think I’ll go on a little bender, and make what probably will be the last day a plumb good one.at on a bender (adj.) under bender, n.2
Harvester 368: Wouldn’t that best you?at best, v.
Harvester 8: You blame degenerate pup, you!at blame, adj.
Harvester (2015) 405: He just sweat blood to pacify her, but he couldn’t make it .at sweat blood (v.) under blood, n.1
Harvester 518: ‘You puddin’ head! You blunderbuss!’ cried Granny.at blunderbuss, n.1
Harvester 552: I just stood in the carriage and screamed, ‘Boy! Boy!’.at boy!, excl.
Harvester 338: Won’t her eyes bung out when I tell her about this? [DARE].at bung out (v.) under bung, v.1
Harvester 123: Take that cussed money and put it where I’ll never see or hear of it.at cussed, adj.
Harvester 365: I heard he was just tearing up Jack over here, and I could get the sound of hammering.at cut up jack, v.
Harvester 538: Chilly! Demnition cold is what they are!at demnition, adj.
Harvester 13: Drat that dog!at drat, v.
Harvester 113: Well, forever more! And don’t call that fiddlin’ business for a big, healthy, young man.at fiddling, n.2
Harvester 60: You are working fit to kill, the neighbours say.at fit to kill under fit to..., phr.
Harvester 515: ‘Grandmother your foot!’ cried the old woman.at my foot!, excl.
Harvester 332: I think perhaps that’s a little Frenchy.at Frenchie, adj.
Harvester 12: If I could marry a girl like mother – great Caesar!at great Caesar! (excl.) under great...!, excl.
Harvester 518: ‘You puddin’ head! You blunderbuss!’ cried Granny.at pudding-head, n.
Harvester 559: ‘What an old sap-head I am!’ she commented.at sap-head, n.
Harvester 374: I don’t make no bones of the fact that he’s a heap more of a man.at heap, n.1
Harvester 512: What the Sam Hill is the idiot writin’ his woman like that for?at what the Sam Hill! (excl.) under Sam Hill, n.
Harvester 330: ‘The full set, by hokey!’ marvelled the Harvester.at by hokey! (excl.) under hokey, n.1
Harvester 196: She’s got to stick it out until her aunt grows better.at stick it out (v.) under stick it, v.
Harvester 81: Just at the wrong instant a box fell and knocked down a child and I got in a jam.at jam, n.1
Harvester 394: ‘Jerusalem!’ said Doctor Carey rising stiffly.at Jerusalem!, excl.
Harvester 530: Lawk-a-mercy on us, can this really be?at lawks-a-mussy! (excl.) under lawks!, excl.
Harvester 149: Put in your best licks, my boy; perk right up and court her like a house afire.at lick, n.2
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