But show me the daughter that could do better for herself than my gel's father has done for her.
A puff of wind and a slant of rain, as I've been saying to my gel here.
Do you think I'm not doing my best for you, gel—my very best?
You shall read it aloud to me, my gel—or, better still, I'll read it to you.
I'm soory fur the gel, but ef she had the locket, of course she tuk the locket.
The Gel wobbled past him, slumped suddenly, flowed under a door.
Second, if spilled the gel will not 50 disperse as a liquid will.
And Wyatt has been in touch with Brandon ever sense you took his gel away from him.
Ef you're bound the gel is to sit in with her elders I'll go right ahead.
They're figgerin' on gettin' control of the gel away from you-all.