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Mysteries & Miseries of NY 11: ‘Yes, I am Big Lize, you lushy swell!’ cried the woman.at lushy, adj.1
Mysteries & Miseries of NY 11: ‘Yes, I am Big Lize, you lushy swell!’ cried the woman. Mysteries & Miseries of N.Y. 85: His face had a kind of sheneyish expression in which avarice, cunning, cowardice and licentiousness were all so mixed together that they could not be separated.at sheenyish (adj.) under sheeny, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 49: I came the sentimental over him, and I think I’ll make a few out of him!at few, a, adv.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 115: ‘Plea at the bar.’ Taking a drink.at plea at the bar, n.
Mysteries & Miseries of NY 16: ‘[L]et’s walk up to the bar and enter a plea, boys; I’ve had my fun, and it’s my treat’.at plea at the bar, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 113: ‘Autem-divers.’ Pickpockets in a Church.at autem-diver (n.) under autem, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. II 64: The coppers are too wide awake!at wide-awake, adj.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 77: Jist lind us the loan of thray pipes an’ a penny ’orth o’ baccy in ’em.at bacca, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. II 80: You soot-bags of mortality!at soot-bag, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 113: ‘Bantered.’ To dare one, to defy them, is to banter.at banter, v.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. V 27: I’ve just been cleaning that little beauty and loading it up.at beauty, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. V 49: The foremost villain [...] broke down her guard with a short iron crowbar, or ‘billy,’ as the burglars term it.at billy, n.4
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. II 84: Your name is Zack Reed, and you’re a states-prison bird!at bird, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. IV 14: She’ll blab to the old man.at blab, v.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. IV 87: His honor – the honor of a professional blackleg!at blackleg, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 63: Better be careful of yer blarney, my cove, or you’ll know the game uv fives afore ye die!at blarney, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 13: You’re too blasted good-hearted to be on the tramp.at blasted, adj.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. IV 94: Lize, [...] you’re not going to ‘blow’ on us to the old man?at blow, v.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. V 65: Then I’m mighty sorry – ha’n’t had no muss, ’cept a little blow out last night, for ever so long.at blow-out, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 76: And it’s a saxpence we’ve got, and a bloody good blow-out we’ll have uv it.at blow-out, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 69: So ’mazin cute over his books, that an unlarnt body couldn’t help a likin’ him!at body, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. III 57: Put up the ‘books’, let your game go, we’ve got work to patter habout.at books, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. V 32: Och, botheration take ’em all!at botheration!, excl.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. III 58: Not if ye call carryin’ the bracelets workin’ in iron, Bill!at bracelets, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. IV 73: Old Jack’ll let me have the brads in a minute!at brad, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. III 34: I am broke, flat broke! I haven’t a dollar left!at broke, adj.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 20: Their glasses filled with the ‘London brown S,’ it’s saffron-colored foam o’ermantling the dark clear essence of the malt beneath.at brown, n.
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. I 113: ‘Buck.’ An assistant to a cheating hack-driver.at buck, n.1
Mysteries and Miseries of N.Y. III 57: I’d just give a mug o’ yale to mill that one-eyed buffer.at buffer, n.3
Mysteries & Miseries of NY 12: ‘I haven’t lifted nuthin’ as yet; but I mauled some o’ the bigbug swells a bit ago’.at big bug (n.) under bug, n.1
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