1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 248: Pip’s devotion gave her, she considered, a complete alibi in all charges of frustration and virginity.at alibi, n.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 333: ‘I’d be a happier woman, that I would,’ says she, passing me cake cut in bits no bigger than a tit’s arse-hole, begging your pardon.at arsehole, n.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 294: She’s the living spit of our poor Anne Eliza that died forty years ago of tumour – nicest little woman in South Riding – then went queer as Dick’s hatband.at ...Dick’s hatband under queer as..., adj.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 50: Pleased by opportunities for flirtatious back-chat.at backchat, n.1
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 294: I thought she was a niceish bit when we first came down here.at bit, n.1
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 81: If ever I learn what blank, blanketty blank of a fool put up that wire without marking it, I’ll ...at blankety-blank, phr.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 403: Having a grand blow-up with Sarah Burton. My word, she’s got a temper, hasn’t she?at blow-up, n.1
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 278: Mavis has been a brick! I can’t tell you the way that little woman’s thrown herself into my interests.at brick, n.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 89: Treated like a slut and you canoodling with fat widows!at canoodle, v.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 332: She could always get a day’s charring, or cooking.at char, v.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 289: Astell was left staring at the ink-splashed table, chewing the bitter cud of self-contempt.at chew the cud, v.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 279: My dear fellow, your house is simply chock-a-block with sellable stuff. Chock-a-block.at chockablock, adj.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 276: Well if you won’t have a drink, I must. I’ve been having a perfectly frightful afternoon. I’m done to the wide.at done to the wide (adj.) under done, adj.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 278: When you want a little spot cash, all you’ve got to do is to sell a gee or something.at gee, n.1
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 146: Give Shep a thump for me, will you? [...] he’s gone off, sweet as a baby.at go off, v.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 77: My groom says it’s lousy with foxes.at lousy with (adj.) under lousy, adj.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 62: The mother’s in an asylum and the child’s mental as anything.at mental, adj.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 387: Our home’s no place for me with Peg stuck as a mule and Nat round every night mucking up kitchen till there’s no place to sit for them canoodling.at muck up, v.
1936 W. Holtby South Riding (1988) 110: For goodness’ sake, during break, ask Miss Parsons for some wool and mend that stocking [...] Every time I look up I’m confronted by that terrible potato!at potato, n.