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Son of a Vulcan III 200: You ought to have been a preacher and a boy. Faith, and a broth of a boy, and a broth of a preacher you’d have made!at broth of a boy, n.
Son of a Vulcan III 200: You ought to have been a preacher and a boy. Faith, and a broth of a boy, and a broth of a preacher you’d have made! Son of a Vulcan I 53: She’s the fool, and he’s the knave, so it’s betwix and between.at betwix(t) and between, adj.
Son of a Vulcan II 186: My father and Jack having been living, not nicely at all, as I expected, but anyhow.at anyhow, adv.
Son of a Vulcan I 196: After becoming the bad hat of the whole lot [...] my brothers and sisters declined to do anything for me.at bad hat, n.
Son of a Vulcan I 221: This tribe worked in pairs, one being the ‘Button’, that is, the confederate who egged on the flats.at button, n.2
Son of a Vulcan I 218: The slavey’s been always good for a kant, and the cove for a bob.at cant, n.2
Son of a Vulcan I 220: With them marched the ‘Charley-pitchers,’ who gained an honourable livelihood with the thimble and the pea.at charley-pitcher, n.
Son of a Vulcan II 13: Whurroo! Christopher Columbus!at Christopher Columbus!, excl.
Son of a Vulcan II 152: The home life of that strange house where Jack and her father lived in bachelor chummery.at chummery, n.
Son of a Vulcan I 218: The cove wasn’t at home, and the slavey’d been changed, and the ken coopered.at coopered, adj.
Son of a Vulcan I 189: Them Reformatories cuts me up dreadful.at cut up, v.3
Son of a Vulcan I 267: Cardiff Jack’s never got so low as to be gridling on the main drag—singing I mean, on the high-road.at main drag, n.
Son of a Vulcan I 267: Cardiff Jack’s never got so low as to be griddling on the main drag — singing I mean, on the high-road.at griddle, v.
Son of a Vulcan I 67: I had ’em last night, Pat. I had the horrors worse than iver.at horrors, the, n.
Son of a Vulcan I 218: I went to the back jigger, myself, and did the patter.at jigger, n.1
Son of a Vulcan III 152: She’s not a good lot, my cousin Jenny.at lot, n.1
Son of a Vulcan III 29: Poor Johnny Armstrong hadn’t much left of the property that he and his father, and his grand-father too, had all been making ducks and drakes of.at play ducks and drakes with (v.) under play, v.
Son of a Vulcan III 166: Go on, Jack, and more power to your elbow.at more power to your elbow under power, n.
Son of a Vulcan II 232: He says he is a ‘Prodesdan,’ as the poor dear calls it.at Proddy, adj.
Son of a Vulcan III 304: His dearest Adelaide will be a rod in pickle for Master Jack to the end of his natural days.at rod in piss (n.) under rod, n.
Son of a Vulcan II 179: She was a Roman, poor Biddy. I’m a Prodesdan.at Roman, n.
Son of Vulcan II 324: How much? It’s a rummy ramp – but how much? at rummy, adj.1
Son of a Vulcan I 182: Her companion, Shallow Bob [...] has been a pretended sailor, with a lying story of shipwreck and disaster.at shallow, adj.
Son of a Vulcan I 183: Bob [...] is asleep on the settle, with no supper at all but a skinful of beer.at skinful, n.
Son of a Vulcan I 192: It was a pleasure to gammon the Chaplain—he was that soft.at soft, adj.
Son of a Vulcan I 5: Hould your whisht, Johnny.at hold one’s whisht (v.) under whisht!, excl.
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