1842 Thackeray Catherine (1905) 639: Mrs. Polly, with a wonderful presence of mind, restored peace by exclaiming, ‘Hush, hush! The beaks, the beaks!’ Mrs. Briggs knew her company: there was something in the very name of constable which sent them all a-flying.at beak, n.1
1842 Thackeray Catherine (1905) 580: The Ensign and I found ourselves regular knights of the road, before we knew where we were almost.at knight of the road, n.
1842 Thackeray Catherine (1905) 635: ‘It is dreadful hot too, I think.’ [...] ‘Stifling, split me!’ added his Excellency.at split me! (excl.) under split, v.
1842 Thackeray Catherine (1905) 629: You young hangdog, you – egad, yes, aha! ’pon honour, you’re a lad of spirit; some of your father’s spunk in you, hey?at spunk, n.