Chivalrous man

Usage examples of gent.

Rosalinda rummaged amid the spilled trade goods for something to eat as she told him how she and her two sisters, the daughters of a Butterfield wrangler and his Indian mujer, had all three married up with the Anglo trader here at Growler Wash, a nice old Mormon gent called Pop Wolfram.

When the Brits want something bad enough, they quit messing around with the tall, propah gents who were raised on tea and scones, and they send in the pintsized badasses.

Have any of you gents ever thought to delve into the secret lives of unfortunates such as Bubblehead Burnside?

Here are ten thousand women going by in clothes that would make a lily turn red and burn up with shame, and an equal number of proud gents with curlycue collars on their overcoats, and I want to do the sight justice.

I was telling myself that men with premonitions are the spiritual cousins of water dousers and the little gents who peer myopically at crystal balls.

Beside him sat a skinny gent of middle age and vast dignity who carried a fly whisk of yellow feathers that looked as though it had seen many, many better days, some of them on a trash heap.

Wir aw under-aged, but Terry n Gent look about twenty-five so thir wis nae bother thaim gittin served.

When they came into the square, he saw that the entire expanse was filled with a multitude, the people who lived in Gent and those who had walked a day or even three days to the city in order to witness the anointing and crowning of the new king and to receive the bread that would be distributed in the wake of the ceremony.

My father there -- that portly unshaven gent with his thinning hair flying up and his front false tooth out, wearing a food-stained shirt and, at midafternoon, pajama bottoms, with a frayed belt cinched over his potbelly to bolster the elastic waistband.

A groan, which shook the couch whereon he was lying, and gent the blood gushing from the wound, burst from Spikeman, as he heard the answer.

Along the wharf, followed by a duchess and her girl, stalked a sawn-off little gent in brown and checks, with a gorgeous weskit and a face as proud as sixpence.

Eagles down into the bottomlands to the west of Gent pushing against a tide of refugees.

She wiped tears from her cheeks and swung back to look at him, with his work-scarred hands and an undistinguished but good-natured face that made her think of poor Manfred, killed at Gent.

Count Lavastine would sacrifice a few slaves, even if they had once been honest freeholders, for the sake of taking Gent.

There was a stout man in front of her and a motley collection of housewives, girls going home from the office and one or two idle city gents hedging her in.