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Clicking of Cuthbert 41: I thought I had bagged a small boy in a Lord Fauntleroy suit on the sixth, but he ducked.at bag, v.
Clicking of Cuthbert 41: I thought I had bagged a small boy in a Lord Fauntleroy suit on the sixth, but he ducked. Clicking of Cuthbert 13: Bah! I spit me of zem all.at bah!, excl.
Clicking of Cuthbert 132: He addressed his ball, and drove a beauty over the trees.at beauty, n.1
Clicking of Cuthbert 15: Mrs Smethhurst rolled her eyes about the room searching for someone capable of coming to the rescue. She drew blank.at draw a blank (v.) under blank, n.
Clicking of Cuthbert 112: No human being could play golf against a one-ring circus like that without blowing up!at blow up, v.1
Clicking of Cuthbert 46: What did you do then, old chap?at old chap, n.
Clicking of Cuthbert 13: The general chit-chat was pretty well down and out.at chitchat, n.1
Clicking of Cuthbert 17: I clean up three hundred and ninety-six thousand roubles.at clean up, v.
Clicking of Cuthbert 174: George Perkins is sure to foozle a few, and if we play safe we’ve got ’em cold.at cold, adv.
Clicking of Cuthbert 107: It’s just the sort of scheme he would cook up.at cook up, v.
Clicking of Cuthbert 53: And what a corking game it is!at corking, adj.
Clicking of Cuthbert 8: The strain was terrible and I am inclined to think that he must have cracked.at crack, v.2
Clicking of Cuthbert 87: ‘Crawled?’ he said. ‘Well, he didn’t actually lick my boots [...] but he did everything short of that.’.at crawl, v.1
Clicking of Cuthbert 1: For ever, dammit! Footlong game!at damn it!, excl.
The Clicking of Cuthbert 51: ‘Damnation!’ said Mortimer.at damnation!, excl.
Clicking of Cuthbert 222: ‘I’ve had three ginger ales,’ observed the boy. ‘Where do we go from here?’.at where do we go from here?
Clicking of Cuthbert 45: Never introduce your donah to a pal.at dona, n.
Clicking of Cuthbert 112: Then I’m done for! No human being could play golf against a one-ring circus like that.at done for, adj.
Clicking of Cuthbert 83: When he himself achieved a glaring fluke, his self-reproachful click of the tongue was music to his adversary’s bruised soul.at fluke, n.2
Clicking of Cuthbert 129: Everybody knows that he is the world’s champion fluker. I, on the other hand, invariably have the worst luck.at fluke, v.2
Clicking of Cuthbert 129: Everybody knows that he is the world’s champion fluker. I, on the other hand, invariably have the worst luck.at fluker, n.
Clicking of Cuthbert 135: Pleasant morning ramble my number nine foot!at my foot!, excl.
Clicking of Cuthbert 3: Many a golfer had foozled his drive owing to sudden loud outbursts of applause.at foozle, v.
Clicking of Cuthbert 20: An unchallenged pre-eminence among the world’s most hopeless foozlers.at foozler, n.
Clicking of Cuthbert 115: Where did Napoleon get off, swanking round as if he amounted to something?at where does someone get off (at) under get off, v.3
Clicking of Cuthbert 124: If there’s one thing that gives me a pain squarely in the centre of the gizzard [...] it’s a golf-lawyer.at gizzard, n.
Clicking of Cuthbert 28: Then it’s a go?at go, n.1
Clicking of Cuthbert 3: And, golly! how she succeeded.at golly!, excl.
Clicking of Cuthbert 115: Poor fish! All he ever did was to get hammered at Waterloo!at hammer, v.1
Clicking of Cuthbert 5: You’re right off it.at off one’s head, adj.
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