"I fought you were going to play wiv me, Mr. Bingle," sighed Margery to herself.
Here, Gaddy, take the chit to Bingle and ride hell-for-leather.
Turn in, Gadsby, and I'll bring Bingle back—ahem—'hell-for-leather.'
When in funds, Bingle went where he chose; when a little short, Jenks had his patronage.
I wish Joe was a better hitter, but maybe he can knock out a bingle that ...