gyve

So soon as the child began to speak, the gyve was riveted; and the boys and girls limped about their play like convicts.

I see the food to be wholesome,” said Jack; “and still it is no proof that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg.

God knows,” said Jack, “I fear your anger; but yet your anger does not prove that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg.

But the man, when his gyve spoke, spat and struck at Jack, and threw stones at him as he went away; so that his head was broken.

So he stooped and put the gyve in his bosom; and the rough iron galled him as he went, and his bosom bled.