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Middlemarch III 143: Blast your ideas! we want the Bill.at blast, v.1
Middlemarch III 143: Blast your ideas! we want the Bill. Middlemarch I 73: Celia knelt down [...] and gave her a little butterfly kiss.at butterfly kiss, n.
Middlemarch I 282: Fred Viney had called Lydgate a prig, and now Mr. Chichely was inclined to call him prick-eared.at prick-eared, adj.
Middlemarch I 188: Ay, ay: money’s a good egg; and if you‘ve got money to leave behind you, lay it in a warm nest.at good egg, n.
Middlemarch III 174: By Jove, Nick, it’s you! [...] five-and-twenty years have played old Boguy with us both!at play (up) old gooseberry (v.) under old gooseberry, n.
Middlemarch I 30: A man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it.at maw-worm, n.
Middlemarch II 21: What the hell! the horse was a penny trumpet to that roarer of yours.at roarer, n.
Middlemarch II 66: It will worret you to death, Lucy; that I can see.at worrit, v.
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