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Damsel in Distress 35: Put it in your diary, Mac, and write it on your cuff, George Bevan’s all right. He’s an ace.at ace, n.
Damsel in Distress 35: Put it in your diary, Mac, and write it on your cuff, George Bevan’s all right. He’s an ace. Damsel in Distress (1961) 11: He’s the blue-eyed boy, and everybody else is an also-ran.at also-ran, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 31: He wore a little moustache, which to George’s prejudiced eye seemed more a complaint than a moustache. His face was red, his manner dictatorial, and he was touched in the wind. Take him for all in all he looked like a bit of bad news.at bad news, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 227: ‘Did you know that Mr. Bevan was the Mr. Bevan?’ Everybody was listening now. George huddled pinkly in his chair. He had not foreseen this bally-hooing.at ballyhoo, v.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 33: ‘Two toffs ’ad a scrap!’ ‘Feller bilked the cabman!’.at bilk, v.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 31: ‘And what,’ he inquired suavely, leaning a little further out of the cab, ‘is eating you, Bill?’.at Bill, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 93: ‘Pigs squeal like billy-o, m’lady!’ he observed [...] ‘Oo! ’Ear ’em a mile orf, you can!’.at like billy-o (adv.) under billy-o, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 11: He’s the blue-eyed boy, and everybody else is an also-ran.at blue-eyed boy, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 20: Well, George, how’s the boy this bright afternoon?at how’s the boy?, phr.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 171: I tell you, there’s somethin’ happened to the old buster – you mark my words!at buster, n.3
Damsel in Distress (1961) 101: The daughter of the house falls in love with you; the son of the house languishes in chokey because he has a row with you in Piccadilly.at chokey, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 121: Whoever wishes for a cold and technical catalogue of the stuffs [...] may consult the files of the Belpher Intelligencer and Farmers’ Guide, and read the report of the editor’s wife, who ‘does’ the dresses for the Intelligencer under the pen-name of ‘Birdie Bright-Eye’.at do, v.2
Damsel in Distress (1961) 198: ‘You mean has the mater the first call on the family doubloons?’ said Reggie. ‘Oh, absolutely not! [...] She has her own little collection of pieces of eight, and I have mine.’.at doubloon, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 250: And, if you take my advice, [...] you’ll get ’em to settle out of court, for, between me and you and the lamp-post, you haven’t an earthly!at earthly, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 24: The poor geek admitted they [i.e. songs] weren’t very tuney, but said the thing about his music was that it had such a wonderful aroma.at geek, n.1
Damsel in Distress (1961) 164: I know what you’ll be saying to yourself the moment my back is turned. You’ll be calling me a stage heavy father and an old snob and a number of other things.at heavy, adj.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 96: Do you know, m’lady, after a chicken’s ’ead is cut orf, it goes running licketty-split?at lickety-split, adv.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 22: Excuse me while I grapple with the correspondence. I’ll bet half of these are mash notes.at mash note (n.) under mash, n.1
Damsel in Distress (1961) 211: Of all the worthless, idle little messers it’s ever been my misfortune to have dealings with, you are the champion.at messer, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 35: This ’ere one’s bin moppin’ of it up, and the one in the keb’s orf ’is bloomin’ onion.at mop (up), v.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 56: In his hours of privacy when off duty, this apparently ideal servitor was so far from being a respecter of persons that he was accustomed to speak of Lord Belpher as ‘Percy’, and even as ‘His Nibs’.at his nibs (n.) under nibs, n.
Damsel in Distress 🌐 Ch. xx: She has confided to me since that it was seeing me in my oiled condition that really turned the scale.at oiled (up) (adj.) under oil, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 104: ‘Well, it’s worth trying,’ said Reggie. ‘I’ll give it a whirl. Toodleoo!’.at toodle-oo, phr.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 11: There the pill was, grinning up at me from the sand. Of course, strictly speaking, I ought to have used a niblick, but—.at pill, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 104: ‘Toodleoo!’ ‘Good-bye.’ ‘Pip-pip!’.at pip-pip!, excl.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 139: I also – I myself – Reginald Byng, in person – was perhaps a shade polluted during the evening.at polluted, adj.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 56: Convict son totters up the steps of the old home and punches the bell. What awaits him beyond? Forgiveness? Or the raspberry?at raspberry, n.
Damsel in Distress (1961) 209: You’re a shriek, dadda!at shriek, n.
Damsel in Distress 35: The money that boy makes is sinful.at sinful (adj.) under sin, n.
Damsel in Distress 🌐 Ch. xxi: I went down to take a slant at this Lord Marshmoreton and found dadda hanging round the stage door.at take a slant (v.) under slant, n.
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