The Female Eunuch by Germaine Greer This was the first feminist book I ever read.
Germaine stared at the door through which his wife had just gone with a feeling of miserable uncertainty.
Bouvard's colic having got worse, Germaine went for the doctor.
Germaine, Heaven knows, if I could do anything for you, I would!
Germaine, whom they inconvenienced, used to shrug her shoulders.
He went to take leave of William in a fine chariot, on which the Germaine arms were ostentatiously blazoned.
Germaine screamed when she saw him soaked with blood, and with twine round his paws.
Personally, if I had been Germaine, I should have done the same.
For, my dear Germaine, you must not imagine that there is any idling in the Acadmie.
I shall quit the name of Germaine immediately, and resume that of Darford.