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Just at that moment a guttural voice was heard singing "Ole Ikey Mole Was a lushy ole soul, And a lushy ole soul was he." "Now den, you nigger, be quiet," said another voice. "Who are these people?" asked Petrus. "Two black men in attendance on the Harkaway party," said the proprietor of the hotel. "Just the men. I know a little of them. I have fought side by side with them.
'Come, said Bagswell, 'come, after such an adventure, if there is one drop of any thing fit to drink in this town, we'll all go and get lushy. They went. They found a door over which hung a green branch. Good wine needs no bush, therefore Italian wine-shops hang it out; for the wine there is not over good.
Caryll," said the Gunner, reading the other's thoughts. "It was Lushy Lanyon last night; this morning it's Me!" He swelled his chest, and stalked down the deck between his guns, shooting his cuffs. "Yes, sir. A fight's meat and drink to me. It pulls me together, and makes me remember who I am."
Woodstock entered, the quarrel had reached a high pitch. "Arf a quid!" the tobacconist was exclaiming contemptuously. "I'd like to know where such as you's likely to git arf a quid from." Lushy Dick, stung to recklessness by a succession of such remarks, broke out in vehement self-justification. "Would yer like to know, y' old ! Then yer shall, soon!
It was loud; it was incessant; and it was of many voices. Following the sound, I started across the unmown field, "Through the bending grasses, Tall and lushy green, All alive with tiny things, Stirring feet and whirring wings Just an instant seen," and soon came in sight of the nest near the topmost twig of an old apple-tree.
Lil. Loure. Loafer. Maunder. Moke. Parny. Posh. Queer. Raclan. Bivvy. Rigs. Moll. Distarabin. Tiny. Toffer. Tool. Punch. Wardo. Welcher. Yack. Lushy. A Mull. Pross. Toshers. Up to Trap. Barney. Beebee. Cull, Culley. Jomer. Bloke. Duffer. Niggling. Mug. Bamboozle, Slang, and Bite. Rules to be observed in determining the Etymology of Gipsy Words.
He thought of old-time tournays, the champion riding into the ring at the last moment. He was half sob, half song. The wine of glory flushed his veins as at the moment when he stormed with the crew of the Tremendous at the heels of Lushy. His eyes ran; his voice broke. Now it was a shrill treble, now a hoarse bass. The Parson was chewing his lip. "Horse or foot, I wonder?"
His cocked hat was a-rake; his kid gloves white as his skipper's were dingy; his whiskers, purple with dye newly applied, puffed out on cheeks touched with rouge. Could this dilapidated dandy, so alert, so nonchalant, be the drunkard of last night? Yes. That tallowy nose, those eyes with the wild gleam in them, could not be mistaken. It was Lushy Lanyon.
"I'm at home," said Mr Nixon, "but 'tis the first time I ever heard Hell-house Yard called Wodgate." "It's called so in joggraphy," said Juggins. "But you hay'nt going to Hell-house Yard this time of night!" said Mr Nixon. "I'd as soon think of going down the pit with the windlass turned by lushy Bob." "Tayn't a journey for Christians," said Juggins.
A lad, well known in these parts as "Lushy Dick," was, it appeared, charging the tobacconist with cheating him; he alleged that he had deposited half a sovereign on the counter in payment for a cigar, and the shopman had given him change as if for sixpence, maintaining stoutly that sixpence had been the coin given him, and no half-sovereign at all. When Mr.
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