There is a person of the name of Gamp, sir—Mrs Gamp—ask her.
Mrs. Gamp then set in with a roar, which lasted until I had done.
If so, I feel secure about her, and of Mrs. Gamp I am certain.
A little dull, but not so bad as might be, Mrs. Gamp remarked.
Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the other's gamp poked in the beach.
The umbrella-net, when in its case, ...