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Word: ain (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...Jake 's a reg'lar pirick, but thet blamed pedlar did rake him daown well," admitted Metcalf complacently. "I declar' to 't, I wish the Widder Hannam could ekil it. Some folks thinks their own flesh 'n blood ain't no better 'n" - (casting about for an original comparison) - "better 'n - dirt...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A POSETT EPISODE. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...summut kinky, I'll admit," put in a new voice, that of old Batt Belcher - a dry and wizened specimen of the retired fisherman species. "She jes' tells him up an' down wut she thinks, an' - wal, ole Jake ain't none too pious, an' he jes' socks it to her agin. An' so it goes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A POSETT EPISODE. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...engagement is unpleasant, you can be disagreeable to make the score even; and I'm sure you do not need any external charms to fascinate with, when your intrinsic qualities are what they are. Take my word for it; training don't pay. To put it concretely, "It ain't what it's cracked up to be." Why, look at me. I've trained! - rowed, base-balled, foot-balled; and what good's it done me? None! No sir, none! But I've grown a deuced sight wiser than I ever was before. I've learned a secret...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: TRAINING EXPOSED. | 10/28/1881 | See Source »

...gazed at me a moment, as I stood before him like a timid deer, and then, in a mighty torrent of emotion, flung himself at my feet, exclaiming. "You air a cherubim, an' I ain't no pirick, but an' uncultered son o' the soil. Thet's wut I am, honest Injun! Will yer smile on me? Will yer lemme adore...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DAISY SPRUCEWELL'S ROMANCE. | 11/12/1880 | See Source »

...than apple-parings. Think I'd have you carrying my water-pail round and pestering me all day 'pouring sweet poetry in my eye'? I think I see myself! As for your reciting the 'Potter's Saturday Night' while I milk, I guess them clothes of yours ain't meant to travel round our barn-yard much, 'sides, the smell of the yard ain't always agreeable to city folks. And I wasn't sighing about you, but because ma didn't put any doughnuts in my lunch basket; and I looked at you because you looked so like...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MY CASTLE IN THE AIR. | 10/15/1880 | See Source »

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