Cit

[…] the women of quality are frightened to see merchants wives and daughters dressed like themselves: this impudence of the city, they cry, is intolerable; mantua-makers are sent for, and the contrivance of fashions becomes all their study, that they may have always new modes ready to take up, as soon as those saucy cits shall begin to imitate those in being.

Here comes the muſty trader, running over vvith remonſtrances. I muſt banter the cit.

Not forgotten are the blue noses of the carpenters, and how they scouted at the greenness of the cit, who would build his sole piazza to the north.

If, when that war was declared, every one had been sure that not only should we fail to conquer the Transvaal, but that IT would conquer US […] how would the cits have felt then?

As a new-comer in the township, as a cit, and a devotee to beer, Cummings was an excuse to keep an eye on Millie[.]