Putting
['pʊtɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Put
(n.) The throwing of a heavy stone, shot, etc., with the hand raised or extended from the shoulder; -- originally, a Scottish game.
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Examples
- As I had had some previous experience with the statements of mining men, I concluded I would just send down a small plant and prospect the field before putting up a large one. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- They have been looking at the house in St. Peter's Place, next to Mr. Hackbutt's; it belongs to him, and he is putting it nicely in repair. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Putting out my hand I felt several coats hanging from the wall, and I understood that I was in a passage. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- I see you are accustomed to wearing kid gloves--but some gentlemen are so awkward about putting them on. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Do you mind putting out the flame under the chafingdish, Rupert? D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I saw her stooping over her, and putting money in her bosom. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- The opening for putting in the ice, shown just under the pulley in the cut, has two doors with a space between; each door a foot thick. William K. David. Secrets of Wise Men, Chemists and Great Physicians.
- Am I responsible for putting back the pins? Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- He was just putting a letter into the post-bag. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- The time allotted to a lesson having fully elapsed, there was a general putting on of bonnets. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- She had a fall, said Bessie, again putting in her word. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- With a difference, my dear Sir; with a difference,' rejoined Perker, deliberately folding up the paper and putting it into his pocket again. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- I am sorry to hear you putting any such extraordinary questions. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- But as he reflects when he is left alone, the woman has been putting no common constraint upon herself. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- I don't doubt you any longer, said Dorothea, putting out her hand; a vague fear for him impelling her unutterable affection. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
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