Crossword clues for margery
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
fem. proper name, from Old French Margerie, related to Late Latin margarita "pearl" (see Margaret).
Wikipedia
__NOTOC__ Margery is a heavily buffered, lightly populated hamlet in the Reigate and Banstead district, in the English county of Surrey. It sits on the North Downs, is bordered by the London Orbital Motorway, at a lower altitude, and its predominant land use is agriculture.
Margery is a female given name derived from Margaret, which can also be spelled as Marjorie or Marjory. From the Old French, the Middle English forms of Margaret equally derive from the Greek for pearl. Margery, Marjorie and Marjory in the 14th century became a medieval softened translation of French and Church Latin versions of Margaret. After the Middle Ages this name was rare, but it was revived at the end of the 19th century. The name later became that of a small rural settlement and a hill in England.
Usage examples of "margery".
The servants were kept to the basement as much as possible, for they were convicts, all except Margery the cook, and she was on ticket of leave.
But Margery, the priestess of the kitchen, the ticket of leave woman, was drawn more towards Carolan than towards Esther.
Jin did not answer, and Margery pulled at her skirt and chuckled throatily.
Carolan spent a lot of time talking to Margery, who loved to hear her talk.
She was an indifferent worker, and but for the fact that she was a favourite with Margery, the woman might have been tempted to get down the whip from above the mantel.
And there was Carolan, with her smouldering eyes and her lovely budding body to remind Margery of what she was a mere twenty years ago.
But Margery was put out because Jin was still regarding James from under those heavy lids of hers.
Carolan wanted to comfort Margery, poor Margery to whom youth meant a good deal because love went with it.
This morning when Margery had called to them to get up, Carolan had been so fast asleep that Esther had had to shake her to awaken her, and when Carolan did wake, her eyes were dark-ringed with sleeplessness.
Carolan first, Carolan his woman, then Esther, nice sweet Esther, and amorous old Margery, sullen Jin and even Poll standing there plucking her dress.
And bless him, he had more smiles to give to Margery than to the dark-skinned gipsy.
Every time they heard the sound of carriage wheels, her head would jerk up, her eyes glisten, and Margery would see her heart beat faster under the yellow frock.
A queer request, Margery had thought, but the mistress did not seem to think so.
There was excitement in the air, and if there was one thing Margery liked almost as much as a bit of romance it was excitement.
Now the other one, Esther, with that shining fair hair of hers like a halo, reminded Margery of a saint in a holy picture.