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Dead Men’s Shoes II 252: I don’t care a straw for a horse when all the spirit has been taken out of him.at not care a straw, v.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 252: I don’t care a straw for a horse when all the spirit has been taken out of him. Dead Men’s Shoes I 290: My missus is out of town, and we don’t want no airy sneaks loafing about while she’s away.at airy, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes I 290: Is there so much difference between a chimney-pot hat and a wide-awake?at wide-awake, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 114: An artful old bird!at old bird, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes I 290: Is there so much difference between a chimney-pot hat and a wide-awake?at chimney-pot (hat) (n.) under chimney, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes I 289: ‘Hi, cooky,’ bawls the footman.at cookee, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 101: ‘Rather an ignoble position that,’ says Dick, – ‘waiting for dead men’s shoes.’.at wait for dead men’s shoes, v.
Dead Men’s Shoes III 248: He has never been properly sober, muddling himself with gin and beer – dog’s nose, he calls it.at dog’s nose, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes III 152: Drat your reformed funerals.at drat, v.
Dead Men’s Shoes III 237: Not that the pictures are any good for much – reg’lar Wardour Street duffers supplied by the upholsterer, old Kabriole.at duffer, n.2
Dead Men’s Shoes I 179: ‘A fat lot Marion teaches me!’ said the incorrigible child.at fat lot (n.) under fat, adj.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 284: I should be an ungrateful hound if I were to forget that for a moment.at hound, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes III 286: Hold your jaw!at hold one’s jaw (v.) under jaw, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes III 248: He has never been properly sober, muddling himself with gin and beer – dog’s nose, he calls it.at muddle, v.
Dead Men’s Shoes I 205: I’m sure I don’t know what he wants – the nasty old thing!at old thing, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 40: No wonder you don’t care about our currant cake when you’re going to have a regular tuck out at half-past seven.at tuck-out, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes II 272: Mr. Secretan is [...] not a drinking man, I hope; – not given to the pernicious practice which our modern slang calls ‘pegging’.at peg, v.3
Dead Men’s Shoes II 246: You haven’t been brought up by these country squires, who have spent half their lives in the pigskin.at pigskin, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 251: I’m glad it isn’t any other kind of Polly you tremble for, Dick.at polly, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes II 99: ‘They are my partridges [...] Come and have a pop at them, Dick,’ – an invitation which startles Mr. Plowden, who has never fired a gun in his life.at take a pop (at) (v.) under pop, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes II 99: Dick comes to Cheswold Grange, however [...] not to pop at partridges.at pop, v.1
Dead Men’s Shoes II 165: ‘Artful puss,’ thinks Stephen.at puss, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes II 32: ‘What a sensible girl you are, Jenny!’ ‘Yes, I believe my head is screwed on pretty tight.’.at have one’s head screwed on (v.) under screw, v.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 267: By Jove, it was a thundering smash!at smash, n.1
Dead Men’s Shoes III 57: Mammie wouldn’t tell a story.at story, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes III 7: Our darling Trot was born in Winchester Union.at Union, the, n.
Dead Men’s Shoes II 279: That’s Miss – Whatshername, I suppose.at whatshisname, n.
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