D
[diː] or [di]
Definition
(-) The nominal of the second tone in the model major scale (that in C), or of the fourth tone in the relative minor scale of C (that in A minor), or of the key tone in the relative minor of F.
(-) As a numeral D stands for 500. in this use it is not the initial of any word, or even strictly a letter, but one half of the sign / (or / ) the original Tuscan numeral for 1000.
Editor: Margie
Examples
- Father's a sweeter singer than ever; you'd never have forgotten it, if you'd aheard him just now. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Yes,' said Sam, 'and I vish they'd bring out the have-his-carcase. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- I warrant you she'd go to him fast enough without. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- I'd like to see you with a beard. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I counted a' th' clocks in the town striking afore I'd leave my work. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- The message was from D'Arnot. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- S'pose they'd have me thar? Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- You know, I'm a stranger here, so perhaps I'm not so quick at understanding what you mean as if I'd lived all my life at Milton. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- And I'm bound to say Lily DOES distract it: I believe he'd marry her tomorrow if he found out there was anything wrong with Bertha. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Approved, March the 2d, 1791. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- I never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew up. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- The next day, the 3d, I was ordered to Washington. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- I'm a poor black feckless sheep--childer may clem for aught I can do, unless, parson, yo'd help me? Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- I didn't think he'd ha' done it, though--I didn't think he'd ha' done it! Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- I had said to Compeyson that I'd smash that face of his, and I swore Lord smash mine! Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
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