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Tom Jones (1959) 317: I did not mean to abuse the cloth; I only said your conclusion was a nonsequitur.’ – ‘You are another,’ cries the sergeant.at you’re another!, excl.
Tom Jones (1959) 317: I did not mean to abuse the cloth; I only said your conclusion was a nonsequitur.’ – ‘You are another,’ cries the sergeant. Tom Jones (1959) 564: That fat-a—se b—, my Lady Bellaston.at fat-arse, adj.
Tom Jones (1959) 506: ‘You frighten the young lady so, that you deprive her of all power of uttrance.’ ‘Power of mine a—’ answered the squire.at my arse! (excl.) under arse, n.
Tom Jones (1959) 564: ‘Surely,’ says that fat a-se b---, my Lady Bellaston.at -arsed, sfx
Tom Jones (1959) 100: D—n un, what a sly b—ch ’tis. Ay, ay, sure as twopence, Tom is the veather of the bastard.at sure as twopence under sure as..., phr.
Tom Jones (1959) 99: The sight of the roast beef struck him dumb, permitting him only to say grace, and to declare he must pay his respect to the baronet, for so he called the sirloin.at baronet, n.
Tom Jones (1959) 309: He had received a bellyful of drubbing.at bellyful (n.) under belly, n.
Tom Jones (1959) 567: I can tell your landlord is a vast comical bitch, you will like un hugely.at bitch, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 100: D—n un, what a sly b—ch ’tis. Ay, ay, sure as twopence, Tom is the veather of the bastard.at bitch, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 564: There was my lady cousin Bellaston, and my lady Betty, and my lady Catharine, and my lady I don’t know who; d--n me if ever you catch me among such a kennel of hoop-petticoated b---s!at bitch, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 327: If he should order mutton, don’t blab out that we have none.at blab, v.
Tom Jones (1959) 273: She now hated my sight, and made home so disagreeable to me, that what is called by schoolboys black Monday, was to me the whitest in the whole year.at black Monday (n.) under black, adj.
Tom Jones (1959) 325: She cried, ‘She was undone, and that the reputation of her house, which was never been blown upon before, was utterly destroyed’.at blow, v.1
Tom Jones (1959) 251: Many of these bye-blows come to be great men.at by-blow, n.
Tom Jones (1959) 461: Looking more like a fool, if it be possible, than a young booby squire.at booby, adj.1
Tom Jones (1959) 218: This the Quaker had observed, and this, added to his behaviour, inspired honest Broadbrim with a conceit, that his companion was, in reality, out of his senses.at broadbrim (n.) under broad, adj.
Tom Jones (1959) 281: I reminded him, not without blushing, of my having no money. He answered, ‘That signifies nothing, score it behind the door, or make a bold brush, and take no notice.’.at brush, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 13: This would be to own herself the mere tool and bubble of a man.at bubble, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 43: And then you have charged me with bullocking you into owning the truth. Is it very likely, an’t please your worship, that I should bullock him?at bullock, v.1
Tom Jones (1959) 197: The noble bum-trap, blind and deaf to every circumstance of distress [...] into the hands of the jailor resolves to deliver his miserable prey.at bum trap (n.) under bum, n.2
Tom Jones (1959) 280: Taking a bumper in one hand, and holding me by the other, ‘Here, my boy, [...] here’s wishing you joy.’.at bumper, n.2
Tom Jones (1959) 269: He concluded he had pretty well done their business, for both of them, as they ran off, cried out with bitter oaths, that they were dead men.at do someone’s business (v.) under business, n.
Tom Jones (1959) 535: Lokee, Sophy [...] I am not to be choused in this way.at chouse, v.
Tom Jones (1959) 275: I had a chum, a very prudent, frugal young lad.at chum, n.
Tom Jones (1959) 237: My landlady was in such high mirth with her company that no clapper could be heard there but her own.at clapper, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 622: Then give me thy fist; a’t as hearty an honest cock, as any in the kingdom.at cock, n.3
Tom Jones (1959) 258: ‘What,’ says the wife. ‘You have been tippling with the gentlemen, I see?’ – ‘Yes,’ answered the husband, ‘we have cracked a bottle together.’.at crack a bottle (v.) under crack, v.2
Tom Jones (1959) 85: To trumpet forth the praises of such a person, would, in the vulgar phrase, be crying Roast-meat.at cry roast meat (v.) under cry, v.
Tom Jones (1959) 223: Thinks I to myself. I’ll nick you there, old cull; the devil a smack of your nonsense shall you ever get into me.at cull, n.1
Tom Jones (1959) 520: Propose marriage [...] and she will declare off in a moment.at declare off, v.
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