"All right, sir, all right," said Chizzlem, lighting a huge cigar; "there it is, don't get your shirt out about it. I daresay I'll get along well enough without you. Though why you should be ashamed at what some of the flyest men do regularly, I can't tell."
I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will, for trading without a licence. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst. Jesus, I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out.
Brewer, Ebenezer Cobham. The Wordsworth Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, page 993. Wordsworth Editions, 2001.
Farmer, John S. and Henley, W. E. A Dictionary of Slang and Colloquial English: Abridged from the Seven-volume, page 406. G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1905.