gowd

He's sending in a cart by a groom, and I'm to tak' Bobby out and fetch him hame after a braw dinner on gowd plate.

Tak down, tak down the mast of gowd, Set up the mast of tree, It sets not a forsaken lady To sail so gallantly.

Mary Gowd, with her shabby blue suit and her mangy bit of fur, and the glint of humour in her pale blue eyes.

In the first place, the tale of how Mary Gowd came to be the one woman guide in Rome runs like melodrama.

Mary Gowd hated this Rome as only an English woman can who has spent fifteen years in that nest of intrigue.