g'e'rt

Updated: August 12, 2026

I wonder she can sleep o' nights with it, up in that g'e'rt lonely house, an' not a man within call Aw, doctor, dear, don't tell me you're goin'! Quaere. Was this some faint inherited memory of 'the old profession'? In nomine domini, etc. A year passed; a year and three months. Old Mrs Puckey was dead and laid in churchyard, and the doctor remained a bachelor.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - Corporal Sam and Other Stories