Charles Dickens. 1812-1870.
A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!
Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. xxxiv.
My life is one demd horrid grind.
Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. lxiv.
In a Pickwickian sense.
Pickwick Papers. Chap. i.
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.
Pickwick Papers. Chap. vi.
He 's tough, ma'am,—tough is J. B.; tough and devilish sly.
Dombey and Son. Chap. vii.
When found, make a note of.
Dombey and Son. Chap. xv.
The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it.
Dombey and Son. Chap. xxiii.
Barkis is willin'.
David Copperfield. Chap. v.
Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips,—especially prunes and prism.
Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chap. v.
Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving how not to do it.
Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chap. x.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
Christmas Carol. Stave 2.
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