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Trilby 24: Life ain’t all beer and skittles, and more’s the pity.at all beer and skittles, phr.
Trilby 24: Life ain’t all beer and skittles, and more’s the pity. Trilby 17: I’m posing for Durien, the sculptor [...] I pose to him for the altogether.at altogether, the, n.
Trilby 266: They are his bread and butter, these beliefs.at bread and butter, n.1
Trilby 228: He was especially fond of frequenting sing-songs, or ‘free-and-easies,’ where good hard-working fellows met of an evening to relax and smoke and drink and sing.at free-and-easy, n.
Trilby 202: Good women all over the world [...] have loved to be bamboozled by these genial, roistering dare-devils.at bamboozle, v.
Trilby 352: Willy behaved like a brick.at brick, n.
Trilby 163: Madame Vinard [...] openly prompted, rebuked, and bullyragged her husband into a proper smartness.at bullyrag, v.
Trilby 330: Little Billee, restored to his balance, cut back to his own bed.at cut, v.2
Trilby 271: If any one tries to fool him, my eyes! don’t he cut up rough.at cut up rough, v.
Trilby 107: Hi! damn it, Svengali, what the devil are you talking to Trilby about?at damn it!, excl.
Trilby 338: Twelfth-century dukedoms be damned!at damn, v.
Trilby 105: The yawning public will walk by in procession and inspect, and say ‘damn!’.at damn!, excl.
Trilby 424: Oh! Taffy, Taffy! I’m g-going mad – I’m g-going m-mad! I’m d-d-done for ...at done for, adj.
Trilby 232: On the box seat of a nobleman’s drag.at drag, n.1
Trilby 71: ‘Oh, maïe aïe!,’ exclaimed Trilby; ‘you do use lovely language!’ [Ibid.] 271: If any one tries to fool him, my eyes!at my eye(s)!, excl.
Trilby 328: I suppose she’d already begun to fancy you, my friend.at fancy, v.
Trilby 195: Why didn’t you stick up for her?at stick up for, v.
Trilby 223: Little Billee was no tuft-hunter – he was the tuft-hunted.at tuft-hunter, n.
Trilby 135: Tuck in as big a supper as you possibly can.at tuck in, v.
Trilby 228: Long-shoremen, jack-tars, and what not.at jack tar, n.1
Trilby 394: She lay motionless and mum.at mum, adj.
Trilby 141: Lorrimer [...] can even scream with laughter at a comic song – even a nigger melody.at nigger, adj.
Trilby 72: He’s a rum ’un, ain’t he?at rum one, n.
Trilby 80: He [...] made such a terrific rumpus, that the whole studio had to cry for ‘pax!’.at pax!, excl.
Trilby 4: He wore an immense pair of drooping auburn whiskers, of the kind that used to be called Piccadilly weepers.at Piccadilly weepers (n.) under Piccadilly, adj.1
Trilby 162: They [...] watched the street-lamps popping into life.at pop, v.1
Trilby 106: Their stupid, big, fat, tow-headed, putty-nosed husbands will be mad with jealousy.at putty-brained (adj.) under putty, n.
Trilby 224: Life isn’t all beer and skittles for a rank outsider, I’m told!at rank, adj.1
Trilby 220: That is the question the present scribe is doing his best to answer.at scribe, n.
Trilby 106: Great big she-fool that you are – sheep’s-head!at sheep’s head (n.) under sheep, n.
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