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Updated: June 21, 2025
'Let's 'ear 'ow this Gift thing's worked. Go on, chum. 'It's this way, see, the Gunner took up his tale anew. 'S'pose you wants to send a gift . . . or mebbe you'll unnerstan' this way better. S'pose your best gel wants to sen' you a gift. . . . 'I ain't got no bes' gel, objected the Wheel Driver. 'I'm a married man, an' you knows it too.
[Footnote 1: A reviewer in the Frankfurter Gel. Anz., as early as 1774, asserts that Sterne had inspired more droll and sentimental imitations in Germany than even in England. (Apr.
"I went to the edge of what they call the common," she said. "I found a fence, and I vaulted over that is all. I don't like your country much, farmer; there's no space about it. But the dogs, they are darlings!" "You're the pluckiest young gel I ever come across," said the man. "How you managed to tame 'em is more than I can say.
Again I made some demur, and then the old man said, speaking fiercely through his grizzly beard: "Look 'ere, missie. I 'ave a gel o' my own lost somewheres, and I wouldn't be ans'rable to my ole woman if I let you walk with a face like that." I don't know what I said to him. I only know that my tears gushed out and that at the next moment I was sitting in the cab.
"Ah, you don't know my Rosie," said Mrs. Leadbatter, shaking her head with sceptical pride. "You mustn't judge by other gels the way that gel picks up things is well, I'll just tell you what 'er school-teacher, Miss Whiteman said. She says " "My good lady," interrupted Lancelot, "I practised six hours a day myself." "Yes, but it don't come so natural to a man," said Mrs. Leadbatter, unshaken.
"What abart the end of the world, old gel?" and then references to "the petticoats" and more laughter. "'Ere, I'll 'ave five bob each way, Resurrection," and shrieks of wilder laughter still. The preacher stood for some moments silent and unshaken. Then the quiet dignity of the man and the love of fair play in the crowd secured him a hearing.
The day you left that there nosey Parker of a gel Alice Betts came. I couldn't make out whatever she came for. Me, I don't 'old with them Bettses, anyhow she came. It was her brother that brought you that letter from Miss Joan Meredyth the day you went, sir, and she said something about 'earing as I'd lost my lodger." "I see. And who is Alice Betts?" "Her she be a maid at Starden Hall."
Passing under the heavily-carved arched beams of oak which divided the hall from the rest of the house, she turned her head backward over her shoulder with a smile. "Good-night, Ambassador Josey!" Josey waved his old hat energetically. "Good-night, my beauty! Good-night to Squire's gel! Good-night "
Sometimes I sang "Ramsey Town," because it did not want much music, but generally "Sally's the gel for me," because it had a rattling chorus. We were making middling hard work of it in the 88th parallel, with a temperature as low as 50 degrees of frost, when a shrieking, blinding blizzard came sweeping down on us from the south.
"Why, I was in the room that night of the play-acting, and I saw Alison Reed just by the stairs, looking as beautiful as a picter, and you come up with that other loud, noisy gel, and you talked to her werry affectionate, I must say. I heard what she said to you that there wasn't a thing in heaven above, or in earth beneath, she wouldn't do for you.
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