Mavis, turning her eyes in all directions, looked at everything with intense interest-at the Gentlefolk, now inextricably mixed up with the tenantry and the mob; at her husband, standing so black and solemn, with a face that might have belonged to a marble statue; at the puff of smoke that crept upward when the gun went bang, at the sunlight on the church tower, at the birds flying so high and so joyous above its battlements.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
And then he thought of the various advantages still possessed by Gentlefolk.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
The son of decayed, proud, and now extinct Gentlefolk, he presented personal testimonials of an unexceptionable quality.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke