1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 66: So Blind Peter is the Alsatia of Slopperton, a refuge for crime and destitution.at Alsatia, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 26: Why were you in such a hurry this morning to cut and run to Gardenford?at cut and run, v.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 347: ‘Why I’m blest,’ cried the Smasher, ‘if the old baby aint at Peter’s game, a talkin’ to nobody upon his fingers.’.at baby, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 11: I am a bad lot. I wonder they don’t hang such men as me.at bad lot (n.) under bad, adj.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 4: Slopperton found him a species of barnacle rather difficult to shake off.at barnacle, n.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 50: Was he to be found? No, gentlemen, the bird had flown.at bird, n.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 249: You would think he had never been blind drunk in his life.at blind drunk (adj.) under blind, adv.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 232: Whether he thought as how something was up and he was blown [...] I can’t take it upon myself to say.at blown, adj.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 59: ‘Blue devils?’ ‘Yes, he’d been in a low way for three months, or more; had had a sharp attack of delirium tremens.’.at blue devils, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 226: I see that case was dead against him – the money in his pocket [...] and a very evident attempt at a bolt.at bolt, n.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 69: I’m blest if he hasn’t been and boned my mug. I hope it’ll do him more good than it’s done me.at bone, v.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 252: Ten rounds inside the rope, was a trifle to one in your own back parlour, when your missus had got your knowledge box in chancery on the hob.at knowledge box, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 360: ‘Don’t you go to flurry your tender constitution and do yourself a unrecoverable hinjury,’ the old cat made reply.at cat, n.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 362: So I valks my chalks, but I doesn’t valk ’em very far.at walk one’s chalks (v.) under chalks, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 252: Ten rounds inside the rope, was a trifle to one in your own back parlour, when your missus had got your knowledge box in chancery on the hob.at in chancery under chancery, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 26: I’m going to light my pipe, why if you like to blow a cloud too, you can.at blow a cloud (v.) under cloud, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 23: Don’t he come the hinnocent dodge, stunnin?at come the..., v.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 227: You’re not much good, my friend, says I, with your lardy-dardy ways, and your cold-blooded words, whoever you are.at lardy-dardy, adj.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 248: I’d hang my grandmother for a sovereign, and the pride of catching her, if she was a downy one.at downy, adj.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 191: Lor love you, sir, regular jolly, with the exception of bein’ rather warm, and makin’ a cove precious dry.at dry, adj.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 334: Egad, Peters, I think you’d make evidence, if there wasn’t any.at egad!, excl.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 363: Von day vhen me and Jim vos at a public, ve happened to fall in vith a sailor.at fall in (v.) under fall, v.3
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 60: ‘Will you have the kindness to explain what you mean by the prisoner having “a loose slate?”’ ‘A tile off. Something wrong about the roof – the garret – the upper story – the nut.’.at garret, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 351: He is evidently an American from this remark, though there is very little of Brother Jonathan in his manner.at Jonathan, n.
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 28: A great gaunt jail – the stoniest of stone jugs.at stone jug, n.1
1861 M.E. Braddon Trail of the Serpent 191: Lor love you, sir, regular jolly, with the exception of bein’ rather warm.at lord love...!, excl.