![[UK]](/static/img/flags/uk.png "United Kingdom")
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 260: Master kem up to his own room as yaller as mustard, and smellin sadly of backo-smoke.at bacca, n.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 260: Master kem up to his own room as yaller as mustard, and smellin sadly of backo-smoke. Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 264: Don’t you be running your rigs upon me; I ain’t the man to be bamboozl’d by long-winded stories about dukes and duchesses.at bamboozle, v.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 315: To use a commin igspreshn, the beaks were after him.at beak, n.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 252: He went off to the hed tavern, and came home that evening beesly intawsicated.at beastly, adv.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 242: I felt somethink (I think it was the tip of his toe) touching me behind.at behind, n.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 333: Old birds, you know, not to be caught with chaff, like young ones.at old bird, n.
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 336: You were completely bitten, my boy – humbugged, bamboozled – ay, and by your old father, you dog.at bite, v.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 295: Miss M. being what was called a blue [...] always made a point to speak on these grand subjects.at blue, n.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 318: My master’s opera bone reglar once a week.at bone, n.2
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 320: Jest as I came up to the door two of the bums jumped into the carridge.at bum, n.2
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 364: Your no such chicking at play-writing, this being the forth.at chicken, n.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) Intro: This sounds like claptrap, but I fear it will be true.at clap-trap, n.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 283: Though master was a scoundrill and no mistake, he was a gentlemin, and a man of good breading; and miss came a little too strong (pardon the wulgarity of the xpression) with her hardor and attachmint.at come it strong (v.) under come it, v.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 260: I recollect your ‘May-day in the morning’ – cuss me, the best comick song I ever heard.at cuss, v.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 251: Altamont looked black as thunder, and growled out a word which I don’t like to name [...] it begins with a d and ends with a nation.at damnation!, excl.
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 253: How the d-dd – the deddy – deddy – devil – could he have seen me twice?at how the devil...?, phr.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 321: Recklecting the sean betwixgst him and master, whom he wanted to diddil out of a thowsand lb.at diddle, v.2
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 277: Fair Play asks us if we know of the gambling doings of the notorious Deuceace?at doings, n.1
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 241: So, having nothink earthly to do, I happened to be listening on the stairs.at no earthly under earthly, n.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 276: As you are now in high feather, can you, dearest Algernon! lend me five hundred pounds?at in high feather under feather, n.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 284: Before the Shevalier had finished smoothing his hat, staring at her, and sighing fit to bust his weskit.at fit to bust under fit to..., phr.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 242: She flung herself on a chair, and began to cry fit to bust.at fit to bust under fit to..., phr.
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 263: Deuceace’s flam about Prince Tallyram was puffickly successful.at flam, n.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 317: He roat back the following letter to his father, as well as a flaming one to Miss.at flaming, adj.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 282: Old fox! he didn’t say he had paid.at fox, n.1
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 260: Not know him! [...] why, hang it, Blewitt! he knows you.at hang it (all)! (excl.) under hang, v.1
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 283: Miss was hooked for certain.at hooked, adj.2
Yellowplush Papers in Works III (1898) 336: You were completely bitten, my boy – humbugged, bamboozled.at humbug, v.
Yellowplush Papers Works III (1898) 244: ‘Law, miss,’ said I, ‘what shall I do?’.at law!, excl.
Yellowplush Papers in Works (1898) III 241: Only her poor father was kind to her; and he, poor old muff! his kindness was of no use.at muff, n.2
load more results