balm | But a lovely mummer! |
whit | What harm is that? |
lats | Look at the sea. |
bast | Better ask Seymour that. |
hats | Hockey at ten, sir. |
paca | Pardoned a classical allusion. |
posh | Percentage of salted horses. |
docs | Dictates of common sense. |
coots | Come out of them, Stephen. |
bint | Beauty is not there. |
swims | See what I meant, see? |
taka | Take all, keep all. |
dome | Dog of my enemy. |
cots | Cup of tea soon. |
haen | Ham and eggs, no. |
halo | He approached Larry O'Rourke's. |
ways | What are you singing? |
isms | It suits me splendid. |
mash | Make a summerhouse here. |
tass | Then a sigh: silence. |
rood | Relics of old decency. |
hays | How are you, Simon? |
laity | Learn anything if taken young. |
hahs | Has anybody here seen? |
lumps | Let us, Mr Power said. |
qaid | Queen Anne is dead. |
ichs | I could have said. |
tofts | Tourists over for the show. |
wats | What about that, Simon? |
lits | Life is too short. |
wast | Wetherup always said that. |
wits | Where is the spirituality? |
rocs | Rows of cast steel. |
taos | The ace of spades! |
cage | Cook and general, exc. |
cosh | Cunning old Scotch hunks. |
sals | Swagger around livery stables. |
odes | Other dying every second. |
soda | Same old dingdong always. |
site | Sloping into the Empire. |
twit | That's witty, I think. |
sots | Sardines on the shelves. |
jabot | Just a bite or two. |
highs | Haines is gone, he said. |
whom | We have our meeting. |
gied | Glooria in excelsis Deo. |
amid | A most instructive discussion. |
oafs | O, a few shillings. |
hiss | He is, Stephen said. |
gams | Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy. |
sits | Say it's turn six. |
sods | Scott of Dawson street. |
teths | Twopence each, the huckster said. |
roti | Reuben of that ilk. |
game | gold asked more eagerly. |
spar | She passed a remark. |
goby | Go on, blast you! |
wait | Which air is that? |
sites | Souse in the ear sometimes. |
hahs | he asked her, smiled. |
thaw | Three holes, all women. |
gids | Goddess I didn't see. |
note | Nations of the earth. |
wyns | What's your name, sir? |
gits | Gerty is Tommy's sweetheart. |
drat | Dislike rough and tumble. |
chart | Children's hands always round them. |
butt | Bag under their tails. |
tans | Two and nine, sir. |
lost | Like our small talk. |
tact | Tell a cram, that. |
caca | Cut and come again. |
loss | Love's old sweet song. |
slap | Stinks like a polecat. |
halo | Half a league onward! |
lota | Lily of the alley. |
plus | Pyjamas, let us say? |
bota | But of this apart. |
loss | Love's old sweet song. |
fats | FLORRY: And the song? |
mots | Monks of the screw. |
diss | Do it standing, sir! |
weel | We eat electric light. |
icky | I could kiss you. |
shit | STEPHEN: How is that? |
star | SIMON: That's all right. |
naos | Noble art of selfpretence. |
bots | Bottles out there, say. |
oats | one asked the sailor. |
airs | Am I right, skipper? |
bots | Beware of the steamroller. |
narc | Name, age, race, creed. |
rive | rules is very easy. |