1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 104: Drunk as a lord, of course.at drunk as (a)..., adj.
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 67: Hadn’t he perhaps preempted the field – done it up brown, once and for all.at do up brown (v.) under brown, adj.2
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 16: It was this passion to paint that finally did her in.at do in, v.
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 57: By George, I never saw anything like you – you’re perfection.at by George! (excl.) under George, n.2
1946 I. Bolton ‘Do I Wake or Sleep’ N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 119: My God! Did she mean to tell him that Percival Jones, practically a goner, had got up from that bed and walked out of the room on his own two feet?at goner, n.1
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 85: He hated Mr Andrews’ parties – he never, if he could help himself, got roped into them.at rope in, v.
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 16: Knowing as he did the jig was nearly up.at jig, n.2
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 4: He was making a pass at her hand.at make a pass (v.) under pass, n.
1946 I. Bolton Do I Wake or Sleep in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 121: Shaken and washed up by the whole experience.at washed up, adj.1
1946 I. Bolton ‘Do I Wake or Sleep’ in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 38: Bridget seemed to know people in every corner of the globe waiting to pull wires, open doors for her.at pull wires (v.) under wire, n.1
1949 I. Bolton Christmas Tree in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 290: Had he money for a taxi? No, he hadn’t a red cent.at red cent, n.
1949 I. Bolton Christmas Tree in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 267: Traveling in America was the damnedest – all the towns and cities so similar somehow, so ugly and exposed.at damnedest (adj.) under damned, adj.
1949 I. Bolton Christmas Tree in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 273: He loved it dearly: ‘Who slapped Annie on the fannie with a flounder?’.at fanny, n.1
1949 I. Bolton Christmas Tree in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 270: The poor man retreating in a kind of funk.at funk, n.2
1949 I. Bolton Christmas Tree in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 320: She had realised [...] that he didn’t care a rap.at not care a rap (for) (v.) under rap, n.2
1949 I. Bolton Christmas Tree in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 319: They had taken Larry off to the Tombs; that was, if she recollected correctly, the name of the city prison.at Tombs, the, n.
1952 I. Bolton Many Mansions in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 425: She kept on wishing she had not allowed herself to be bamboozled into ordering that rich, too-heavy chocolate.at bamboozle, v.
1952 I. Bolton ‘Many Mansions’ in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 413: Offsetting [...] and generally discombobulating all these odd had-beens and would-be’s were Mary Morrison and her queer friend Morty.at discombobulate, v.
1952 I. Bolton ‘Many Mansions’ in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 349: He had done with women. They didn’t jibe with work. The sooner he was down to good hardpan, the better – loneliness, misery, solitude.at hard-pan, n.
1952 I. Bolton Many Mansions in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 481: With the victories in the Pacific, the Philippines regained, the islands hopped.at hop, v.1
1952 I. Bolton ‘Many Mansions’ in N.Y. Mosaic (1999) 429: It was then she’d shot her bolt.at shoot one’s bolt (v.) under shoot, v.