Jenkins


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Jenkins

(ˈdʒɛŋkɪnz)
n
(Biography) Roy (Harris), Baron Jenkins of Hillhead. 1920–2003, British politician and author; Labour home secretary (1965–67, 1974–76) and chancellor of the exchequer (1967–70); president of the European Commission (1977–80); cofounder of the Social Democratic Party (1981); leader of party (1982–83); Chancellor of Oxford University (1987–2003)
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Now a new man's got it; a man from Montreal named Jenkins.
Surely you don't mean Jefferson Jenkins, the social reformer?
Squire Jenkins and the Parson say they wouldn't come near your house again--no matter how sick they are.
With the utmost regard for the family, for instance (for I dine with them twice or thrice in the season), I cannot but own that the appearance of the Jenkinses in the park, in the large barouche with the grenadier-footmen, will surprise and mystify me to my dying day: for though I know the equipage is only jobbed, and all the Jenkins people are on board wages, yet those three men and the carriage must represent an expense of six hundred a year at the very least--and then there are the splendid dinners, the two boys at Eton, the prize governess and masters for the girls, the trip abroad, or to Eastbourne or Worthing, in the autumn, the annual ball with a supper from Gunter's (who, by the way, supplies most of the first-rate dinners which J.
Young Jenkins did ask him a question, and he shut him up pretty quick.
Jenkins was arranging Miss de Bourgh's footstool, that she said, Mr.
Before they had attended school a week they saw what goats they had been not to remain on the island; but it was too late now, and soon they settled down to being as ordinary as you or me or Jenkins minor
He was assassinated in 1932 by Sarah Jenkins, whose husband, thirty years before, had been killed by Farley's strike-breakers.
There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere.
The killing of the elder Jenkins, shortly followed by that of his brother, the mutilation of James Murdoch, the blowing up of the Staphouse family, and the murder of the Stendals all followed hard upon one another in the same terrible winter.
That night, I fell in with Sandy Jenkins, a slave with whom I was somewhat acquainted.
I sent Jenkins to old Nickleby before eight o'clock this morning.