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Three Clerks (1869) 252: He had bestowed perhaps the greatest amount of personal attention on his collar [...] Some people may think that an all-rounder is an all-rounder, and that if one is careful to get an all-rounder one has done all that is necessary. But so thought not Macassar Jones. Three Clerks (1869) 97: So it’s all up with the New Friendships, is it? Three Clerks (1869) 250: It was a Tom and Jerry hat turned up at the sides, with a short but knowing feather. Three Clerks (1869) 98: Surely you’re not tied to that fellow’s apron-strings. Three Clerks (1869) 379: She’s the very article for such a man as Peppermint. Three Clerks (1869) 378: Come and sit down, my birdie. Three Clerks (1869) 16: Mary, my dear, a screw of bird’s eye! Three Clerks (1869) 98: Come, you don’t like the brandy toddy, nor I either. We’ll see what sort of a hand they are at making a bowl of bishop. Three Clerks (1869) 535: We could have half a dozen married couples all separating, getting rid of their ribs, and buckling again, helter-skelter, every man to somebody else’s wife. Three Clerks (1869) 7: The quantity of butter which he poured over Mr. Hardine’s head and shoulders with the view of alleviating the misery which such a communication would be sure to inflict, was very great. Three Clerks (1869) 519: Undy Scott [...] possessed an enormous quantity of that which schoolboys in these days call ‘cheek’. Three Clerks (1869) 520: He lived but on the cheekiness of his gait and habits. Three Clerks (1869) 22: Hampton-Court, that well-loved resort of cockneydom. Three Clerks (1869) 99: I’ve a deal to do before I get to my downy. Three Clerks (1869) 31: I am sure he is a cross old hunks, though mamma says he’s not. Three Clerks (1869) 98: Lord love you, Mr. Scott, now it’s your time. Three Clerks (1869) 455: He was dogged at the distance of some thirty yards by an amiable policeman in mufti. Three Clerks (1869) 31: He expected to pay £200 a-year for his board and lodging, which he thought might as well go to his niece as to some shark, who would probably starve him. Three Clerks (1869) 549: Well, I’ll be shot if I guess any more. Three Clerks (1869) 379: She’s just gone and got herself spliced to Peppermint this morning.