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Punch’s Prize Novelists: Phil Fogarty in Burlesques (1903) 209: ‘Clubbed, by Jabers!’ roared out Lanty Clancy.at bejabers!, excl.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: Phil Fogarty in Burlesques (1903) 209: ‘Clubbed, by Jabers!’ roared out Lanty Clancy. Punch’s Prize Novelists: Crinoline in Burlesques (1903) 214: ‘Mind and wake me early,’ he said to Boots.at boots, n.2
Punch’s Prize Novelists: Codlingsby in Burlesques (1903) 164: Well hit with your left, Lord Codlingsby, well parried, Lord Codlingsby; claret drawn, by Jupiter!at claret, n.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: Phil Fogarty in Burlesques (1903) 206: The title of Count, the command of a crack cavalry regiment, the 14me Cheveaux Marins, were the bribes that were actually offered to me.at crack, adj.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: George de Barnwell in Burlesques (1903) 148: The knave might filch his treasures, he was heedless of the knave.at filch, v.1
Punch’s Prize Novelists: The Stars and Stripes in Burlesques (1903) 225: If your reglars jines General Washington, ’tis to larn from him how Britishers are licked.at licked, adj.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: George de Barnwell in Burlesques (1903) 154: Ho! Jemmy, another flask of Nantz.at nantz, n.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: The Stars and Stripes in Burlesques (1903) 227: I can patter Canadian French with the hunters.at patter, v.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: Crinoline in Burlesques (1903) 216: He had the tippiest Jane boots.at tippy, adj.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: The Stars and Stripes in Burlesques (1903) 227: ‘I can follow the talk of a Pawnee,’ he said, ‘or wag my jaw, if so be necessity bids me to speak.’.at wag one’s chin (v.) under wag, v.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: Codlingsby in Burlesques (1903) 165: Down he goes again! I like wapping a Lord!at whop, v.
Punch’s Prize Novelists: Phil Fogarty in Burlesques (1903) 208: I, who am a pretty good hand at a snipe, thought a man was bigger, and that I could wing him if I had a mind.at wing, v.
Rebecca and Rowena in Burlesques (1903) 77: Rebecca knew in her heart that her ladyship’s proposition was what is called bosh [...] or fudge, in plain Saxon.at bosh, n.1
Rebecca and Rowena in Burlesques (1903) 119: Your worship rode so deucedly quick, there was no keeping up with your worship.at deucedly, adv.
A Plan for a Prize Novel in Burlesques (1903) 233: Begad, Snooks! I lick my lips at the very idea!at begad!, excl.
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