jakes

Jakes has spoken about the issue so much that he decided a full-length book on the art of forgiveness was required.

An old woman—Molly Jakes, we will call her—died, or was thought to have died, and was buried by the parish.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into the air.

High Street was thronged with people, mostly country-jakes who had come to town with their wagons and buggies for the celebration.

Ellen Mary Jakes exhibited no superiority over her sisters in the matter of throwing a cricket ball.

Sometimes it was Mr. Jakes, a depressed little man whose wife had left him, for no special reason he could discover.