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Polly Honeycombe 42: Nay, nay, Old Gentleman, no bouncing! — You’re mistaken in your man, sir!at bounce, v.1
Polly Honeycombe 42: Nay, nay, Old Gentleman, no bouncing! — You’re mistaken in your man, sir! Polly Honeycombe 23: Here, mistress Malapert, stay here, if you please, and chew the cud of disobedience and mischief in private.at chew the cud, v.
Polly Honeycombe 3: nurse: Elope! Chicken, what’s that? polly: Why, in the vulgar phrase, run away.at chicken, n.
Polly Honeycombe 23: Ten to one the old cuff may not stay with her — I’ll pop into this closet.at cuff, n.1
Polly Honeycombe 33: Filthy poison! don’t mention it!—Faugh! I hate the very names of them.at faugh!, excl.
Polly Honeycombe 5: A fiddle-stick’s end for Mr Ledger!at fiddlestick’s end (n.) under fiddlestick, n.
Polly Honeycombe 22: I’ll carry her off to-day, if possible — Clap up a marriage at once, and then down upon our marrow-bones, and ask pardon and blessing of Papa and Mama.at marrowbones, n.
Polly Honeycombe 8: Ah, pise on your naughty novels!at piss on, v.
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