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Uncle Silas 80: If I like the girl I’ll not be mug in and mug out about it.at mug in and mug out, be, v.
Uncle Silas 80: If I like the girl I’ll not be mug in and mug out about it. Uncle Silas II 88: And why the puck don’t you let her out, you stupe?.at fuck, the, phr.
My Uncle Silas 55: It just went a belly-flopper and was done for.at bellyflop, n.
My Uncle Silas 123: It was a blinding hot day in July.at blinding, adj.1
My Uncle Silas 69: Uncle Silas brought out the chestnut of how a game keeper had blown his hat off with a double-barrelled gun.at chestnut, n.
My Uncle Silas 58: He looked hard at me, without a twinkle. ‘You goin’ to cork this in? Keep it secret all right?’.at cork, v.1
My Uncle Silas 7: Snotty little bit of a chap, red hair, always had a dew-drop on the end of his nose.at dewdrop, n.1
My Uncle Silas 55: It just went a belly-flopper and was done for.at done for, adj.
My Uncle Silas 66: He was reputed [...] to have a fancy lady in Nice. [Ibid.] 68: I haven’t got a fancy affair in Nice! [...] She lives in Monte Carlo!at fancy woman, n.
My Uncle Silas 150: He challenged Goffy to a five-mile race, and beat him to a frazzle.at beat to a frazzle (v.) under frazzle, n.
My Uncle Silas 172: It seemed that sometimes, too, he would drink his medicine in one swig, by the bottleful. He was so far gone as that.at gone, adj.1
My Uncle Silas 131: My Uncle Silas would go on to describe not only how big Porky Sanders was [...] but what a smashing, hell-fire, holy terror he was.at hell-fired (adj.) under hell, n.
My Uncle Silas 40: It’s a licker [...] Look at them bottles!at licker, n.1
My Uncle Silas 66: He carried a saucy silver-topped walking stick and smoked cigars and looked exactly what he was: a masher.at masher, n.
My Uncle Silas 81: Stop him! Every ’nation time I try to git out o’ this trap he moves on.at nation, adv.
My Uncle Silas 101: He’s sittin’ on the fence by the hovel. Pip ’im.at pip, v.1
My Uncle Silas 134: Porky dear, the best thing in the world you can eat is cucumbers.at porky, n.
My Uncle Silas 114: I’ve been fighting against it for eighty years and more. All my puff.at all one’s puff under puff, n.
My Uncle Silas 170: You interferin’ old tit!at tit, n.1
My Uncle Silas 124: My Uncle Silas looked at the flowers in his buttonhole. ‘Toffed up a bit?’ he said.at toffed-up, adj.
My Uncle Silas 26: Uncle Silas said swiftly ‘Tot out,’ and I uncorked the wine bottle while he found the glasses.at tot, v.1
My Uncle Silas 10: If you weren’t so old I’d warm your breeches till you couldn’t sit down.at warm, v.
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