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Pawnbroker’s Daughter 196: ‘Be an old maid, Fan, chick,’ said Miss Ballantyne.at chick, n.1
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 196: ‘Be an old maid, Fan, chick,’ said Miss Ballantyne. Pawnbroker’s Daughter 107: The noise [...] brought a lank, clod-hopping boy out from a cottage.at clodhopping, adj.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 161: ‘What do you get a-week?’ said the curate. [...] ‘A joey-bit,’ said the boy, ‘when I works; an’ when I cuts away, a jolly good hidin’.’.at cut, v.4
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 61: The sharp youth had gleaned suspicions of his father’s intentions, from a paternal sarcasm here and there dropped against dons and drones, and the manufacture of divines out of dunces.at drone, n.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 80: I’ll bet you an even sovereign Jem Sloucher’s got a rat that’ll funk Snobby [a dog].at funk, v.2
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 156: A blow out of ’ard snippins, and a go of gin-peppermint.at go, n.1
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 166: Never a gyp found a master so much too poor to rob!at gyp, n.1
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 215: Come, go a joey bit on the spoon, and a tizzy on the ladle.at joey, n.1
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 32: Oh, what langwidge – oh, what houttridge!at language, n.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 215: He was one evening passing down Husband-and-Wife Street, a scummy residuum of houses, which looked like the rubbish of bigger ones swept together.at scummy, adj.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 16: Like a good player with indifferent cards, he would use to his best advantage [...] his adroitness in shuffling.at shuffle, v.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 156: ‘What were you raking there for?’ ‘Taty-peelin’s an’ oyster shells.’.at tatie, n.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 156: ‘Father married an Irish ’oman last week [...] and she wops us awful.’ [...] It occurred to him that there might be another ‘wopping’ due.at whopping, n.
Pawnbroker’s Daughter 172: He don’t deserve to have no darter, or only one as ’ud worrit an plague him.at worrit, v.
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