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Paul Foster’s Daughter III 241: What chance have I of winning Sylvia Foster now? [...] Why, it’s Lombard-street to a China orange against me!at Lombard Street to a china orange, phr.
Paul Foster’s Daughter III 241: What chance have I of winning Sylvia Foster now? [...] Why, it’s Lombard-street to a China orange against me! Paul Foster’s Daughter I 230: Ah! that’s it. It’s all up with me! I’m beaten — hand over stakes.at all up with under all up, adj.
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 298: Did you like the farce? [...] Great bosh, wasn’t it?at bosh, n.1
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 35: Did you never hear of Burdon’s Hotel, Cripplegate? [...] be respectable, and Burdon’s Hotel is not for you to sojourn at.at Burdon’s hotel, n.
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 230: I say, old fellow, though, isn’t she a clipper?at clipper, n.2
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 195: I shall go to a coach, a cram, a grindstone [...] who’ll stick it all well into me.at cram, n.
Paul Foster’s Daughter II 268: No. I’d take my dying dick he hasn’t got a writ in his pocket.at dick, n.3
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 185: Well, I go and read with him all day—read hard—ever so, you know.at hard, adv.
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 185: Well, I go and read with him all day — read hard — ever so, you know.at you know, phr.
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 231: I’m in love, Ned — that’s what I mean. There! — the murder’s out now!at murder, n.
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 197: I reckon I shall nobble on to a good five pounds.at nobble, v.2
Paul Foster’s Daughter I 212: We’re fallen upon spindle-shank times in art, sir; because Fritter has no legs himself worth speaking of, he ignores them in art.at spindleshanks, n.
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