Gentrice

“And where could I get a horse to him?” cried Alan, turning on her with the same appearance of fury. “Would ye have me steal?” […] “Ye neednae tell me,” she said at last—“ye’re gentry.” “Well,” said Alan, softened a little (I believe against his will) by this artless comment, “and suppose we were? Did ever you hear that gentrice put money in folk’s pockets?”

The tragedy, however, as Burke and other British statesmen were to declare, had already been prepared indirectly by Gentlemen Johnny Burgoyne, whose claims to gentrice were as dubious as his talents as a general.

Where she came from no man could tell. There were some said she was no woman, but a ghost haunting some mortal tenement. Others would threep she was gentrice, come of a persecuting family in the west, who had been ruined in the Revolution wars.

[…] I don't hold with gentrice who fetch their drink from London instead of helping local traders to get their living."