“Hand over your spondulics, young feller,” said the second gentleman of the road.
Horatio Alger. Struggling Upward (1868)
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but I've told him a many a time 't I wouldn't trade places with him; for, says I, a sailor's life's the life for me, and I'm derned if I'd live two mile out o' town, where there ain't nothing ever goin' on, not for all his spondulicks and as much more on top of it. Says I—"