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Dear Ducks 272: The two front mudguards an’ the other lamp were in porridge; but Mr. Anthony didn’t care a rush.at not care a rush, v.
Dear Ducks 272: The two front mudguards an’ the other lamp were in porridge; but Mr. Anthony didn’t care a rush. Dear Ducks 29: I was the makin’s of a good shot – she gave in to that, – but I’m unfortunate at it, bad scran to it I’m unfortunate.at bad scran (n.) under bad, adj.
Dear Ducks 118: It was let to a judge’s widow from India, with bags of money.at bags (of), n.
Dear Ducks 273: Begad, I have a great notion.at begad!, excl.
Dear Ducks 260: ‘Well, you’re surely not goin’ to let her get the better of you, Mr. Anthony?’ sez I. ‘I never saw you bested before.’.at bested (adj.) under best, v.
Dear Ducks 72: She was a comfortable sonsy-lookin’ wee bit of goods.at bit of goods, n.
Dear Ducks 264: He thinks because he talked round Miss Livingstone he can blarney the whole female sex.at blarney, v.
Dear Ducks 181: If the old man hadn’t made smithereens of the milk-jug with the first blatter of the stick.at blatter, v.
Dear Ducks 118: Here was their chance at last, a big-bug of a lady comin’ to the town.at big bug (n.) under bug, n.1
Dear Ducks 98: The two of them talked half the night. But Leonard fair out-bummed Peter. [Ibid.] 229: His pig was doin’ well, an’ the whole town of Ballygullion knew it, for wee Jones was a bumming kind of crather.at bum, v.2
Dear Ducks 76: Henry is workin’ the sentimental end very sthrong, an’ buttherin’ her up about her looks an’ all that.at butter up (v.) under butter, v.
Dear Ducks 20: It was in my mind, anyway, to give him the go-by till he was married an’ settled down.at give someone/something the go-by (v.) under go-by, n.
Dear Ducks 258: ‘It’s the Orange trainin’ she got from the family, Father John,’ sez I, chaffin’ him a bit.at chaff, v.
Dear Ducks 264: We sat there crackin’ for five or ten minits.at crack, v.1
Dear Ducks 214: Lanty had given the wife a cruel doin’-over.at doing over, n.
Dear Ducks 253: He stands right at my elbow all dinner-time, till I’m that flummoxed that I can’t tell a fork from a spoon.at flummoxed, adj.2
Dear Ducks 215: The ass fetched Lanty home one evenin’ by-ordinary full.at full, adj.
Dear Ducks 11: He’s all gab and guts, like a young crow.at all gab and guts (like a young crow) (adj.) under gab, n.2
Dear Ducks 78: ‘Hello, Joseph,’ sez I, gaggin’ him, ‘has the widow threw ye over?’.at gag, v.
Dear Ducks 17: Oh, great Christopher [...] will ye look at him!at great Caesar! (excl.) under great...!, excl.
Dear Ducks 159: He’ll choke on it, he’ll be that gunked.at gunk, n.1
Dear Ducks 252: An’ if I’d got him, by the Holy Poker, I’d ha’ deserted.at by the holy poker! (excl.) under holy poker, n.1
Dear Ducks 93: Dick took himself upstairs to bed with a bottle of whisky an’ dhrank himself near into the horrors.at horrors, the, n.
Dear Ducks 120: But they got a great suck-in, for there was nobody there but themselves.at suck-in, n.
Dear Ducks 85: She lived in a continual dread that somethin’ would happen to him, an’ jinneyed after him an’ danced attendance on him.at jenny, v.2
Dear Ducks 16: ‘Watch him, then, Billy,’ sez I, ‘till we see how he does – Juke down!’.at juke, v.1
Dear Ducks 142: Take that brute down [...] or I’ll have you an’ it in the lock-up in two minits.at lockup, n.
Dear Ducks 66: But I know where ye were, ye wee Mormon ye; ye were away buyin’ presents for another woman.at Mormon, n.
Dear Ducks 19: A mortal fine girl she was, too.at mortal, adv.
Dear Ducks 256: Father John was very neat an’ natty, an’ kept his garden like anursery.at natty, adj.
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