eyerfigured out what the goods were and got them. You were not so much a private eye as an eyer of privates. Eyre, Reye, eery, eyre, y'ere, ye're, yeer, yere
son of a bitchliving to the living, relating to the present transactions both Publick and Private,頁號 105: […] Count Davia, like a Son of a Bitch as he is, Chop'd upon mine
open book出自 Poets and Poetry of Vermont: There is one, with a dark and thoughtful eye, Who is to all others a mystery; But his soul is to me an open book, And