Raps
[ræps]
Examples
- P'raps they wouldn't do it if I wos to go myself. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- P'raps they're sent as a consolation, if we only know'd it. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- P'raps he'd resign if you disappinted him. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Wot I was a-thinkin on, Mr. Sangsby, proceeds Jo, wos, as you wos able to write wery large, p'raps? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- If you was writin' to her, p'raps you'd recollect to say that Barkis was willin'; would you? Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- P'raps you'd so fur obleege me, learned governor, as tell him that if he don't come precious soon, I'll look him up. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- P'raps he might ha' throw'd a small light on that 'ere liver complaint as we wos a-speakin' on, just now. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The old nursery form runs, “Riddle-me-riddle-me-ree, p'raps you can't tell me what this may be? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Uncommon precious large, p'raps? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Hush,' whispered Mr. Weller, with apprehensive looks, 'don't take no notice on 'em, Sammy, it's vun o' the widders, p'raps. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Here's an old 'ooman comin' upstairs, sir,' replied Mr. Weller; 'p'raps she knows where we can find somebody. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Vell p'raps it's a more tenderer word,' said Mr. Weller, after a few moments' reflection. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Hows'ever, p'raps you call it so,' said Riderhood, stubbornly chewing his grass. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- P'raps you've seen the house. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- P'raps not be there at all. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- P'raps you may ask for it five minits arterwards; p'raps I may say I von't pay, and cut up rough. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- P'raps it's them that writes fifty hands, and that's not like sneaking you as writes but one. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Mottled-faced man, p'raps? Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- P'raps we had,' replied Sam, 'or they'll overdo the swarry, and that'll spile it. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- P'raps my cruel pa 'ull relent afore then,' replied Sam, with a broad grin. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- You mean, they're gen'ral favorites, and nobody takes adwantage on 'em, p'raps? Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
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