 ... would you think it? — she called me dear, and sweeting, and honey, just as if we were married: by the living jingo, I had a month's mind to buss her. Jessamy. Well, but how did it end? Jonathan. Why, as I was standing talking with her, a parcel...  Language - Seite 97herausgegeben von - 1927Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Richard Hopwood Thornton - 1912 - 450 Seiten
...hominy. — ' Journal of American Folk-Lore,' ii. 95. (NED) Tarnal. Eternal. A Yankee form of swearing. 1790 The snarl-headed curs fell a-kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, t hat .... I was glad to take to my heels. — R. Tyler, 'Contrast' (1887), ii. 39. (NED) 1825 I know... | |
 | Arthur Hobson Quinn - 1917 - 998 Seiten
...as I was standing talking with her, a parcel of sailor men and boys got round me, the snarl headed curs fell a-kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, that, I vow, I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end like a stream of chalk.... | |
 | Montrose Jonas Moses - 1918 - 700 Seiten
...end? JONATHAN. Why, as I was standing talking with her, a parcel of sailor men and boys got round me, the snarl-headed curs fell a-kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, that I vow I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end, like a stream of chalk.... | |
 | Arthur Hobson Quinn - 1917 - 1072 Seiten
...as I was standing talking with her, a parcel of sailor men and boys got round me, the snarl headed curs fell a-kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, that, I vow, I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end like a stream of chalk.... | |
 | 2006 - 161 Seiten
...end? JONATHAN. Why, as I was standing talking with her, a parcel of sailor men and boys got round me, the snarl/headed curs fell a/kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, that 1 vow I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end, like a stream of chalk.... | |
 | Royall Tyler, Cynthia A. Kierner - 2007 - 158 Seiten
...end? JONATHAN: Why, as I was standing talking with her, a parcel of sailor men and boys got round me, the snarl-headed curs fell a-kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, that I vow I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end, like a stream of chalk.... | |
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