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Gale Middleton 1 25: Fegs! if a chap had nothing else to digest he’d soon be a walking atomy.at atomy, n.
Gale Middleton 1 25: Fegs! if a chap had nothing else to digest he’d soon be a walking atomy. Gale Middleton 1 155: ‘I popped a bottle of heavy wet in the back slum.’ [...] his comrade brought the gin from the back room.at back slum (n.) under back, adj.2
Gale Middleton 1 148: ‘What’s the swag?’ ‘Not much; only two beans and a bull’.at bean, n.1
Gale Middleton 1 148: My fib [...] is loaded at the end with blue pigeon, so that it’s as heavy as a rook!at blue pigeon, n.
Gale Middleton 1 148: ‘What’s the swag?’ ‘Not much; only two beans and a bull’.at bull, n.3
Gale Middleton 1 153: I’ll just chiv sir sidney into him!at chiv, v.
Gale Middleton 1 161: ‘It’s the drag cove’ [...] ‘I hope he can get the chovey up Dunghill-lane’.at chovey, n.
Gale Middleton 1 154: ‘We shall have the drag here presently.’ [...] ‘I hope he’ll bring a lock-up chovey’.at lock-up chovey, n.
Gale Middleton 1 155: We’ve no time for grubbing and steaming till we’ve got rid of our cold meat yonder.at cold meat, n.
Gale Middleton 1 149: What, are you coming the cross upon your pals?at come the cross (on) (v.) under cross, n.1
Gale Middleton 1 148: Why Jem, you buffer [...] you floored him in prime twig, and have faked him out and out with a single flip of your fib.at fake out, v.
Gale Middleton 1 149: Toggery is too apt to tell tales. I won’t have a rag of it fambled.at famble, v.
Gale Middleton 1 148: My fib [...] is loaded at the end with blue pigeon, so that it’s as heavy as a rook!at fib, n.
Gale Middleton 1 150: When shall we finger the blunt? at finger, v.
Gale Middleton 1 149: The seedy had never a thimble in his garret, and never a sneezer in his sack.at garret, n.
Gale Middleton 1 149: That’s all, except his togs, which are no great go — though there’s a new castor.at no (great) go (adj.) under go, n.1
Gale Middleton 1 150: It’s a prime job for us, already, for we are to touch five-and-twenty guineas a-piece [...] we don’t get such a grab as that every day.at grab, n.1
Gale Middleton 2 28: One on ’em called sparow-grass ass-sparrow-grass [...] and cowcumbers the t’other called coocumbers.at sparrow-grass, n.
Gale Middleton 1 37: It’s all owing to your grubbing so much in your study, and poking and poring over those plaguy books.at grub, v.3
Gale Middleton 1 161: What noise is that? I thought I heard a grunter.at grunter, n.
Gale Middleton 1 25: Fegs! if a chap had nothing else to digest he’d soon be a walking atomy.at i’fecks!, excl.
Gale Middleton 1 149: Come, come, my kiddies [...] this is to be a square concern.at kiddy, n.
Gale Middleton 1 59: ‘They [i.e. bills of exchange] are drawn on the house of Hicks and Hoggins.’ ‘Don’t much like those chaps. Too many kites flying’.at fly a kite (v.) under kite, n.
Gale Middleton 1 158: Damn the leary cove! the wind isn’t out of him yet. Twig him another crack, Jem!at leery, adj.
Gale Middleton 1 152: I warrant his manchester will never let fall another whid.at manchester, n.
Gale Middleton 1 148: That crack upon the temple is a favourite mill of mine.at mill, n.1
Gale Middleton 1 153: Oliver’s not in town tonight!at oliver is in town under oliver, n.
Gale Middleton 1 160: I’ve heard you do it [i.e. sing] yourself, ay, and patter a good flash too.at patter flash (v.) under patter, v.
Gale Middleton 1 150: When shall we finger the blunt? [...] Are you sure of your pal? Will he come to the mark, — Will he post the pony?at post, v.1
Gale Middleton 1 154: Blood’s a queer blabber now and then, and tells tales.at queer blabber (n.) under queer, adj.
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