Rectory
['rekt(ə)rɪ] or ['rɛktəri]
Definition
(n.) The province of a rector; a parish church, parsonage, or spiritual living, with all its rights, tithes, and glebes.
(n.) A rector's mansion; a parsonage house.
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Examples
- My dear Miss Sharp, she says, why not bring over your girls to the Rectory? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- The moon rises at half-past eight, and I will walk up to the rectory with you at nine. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- All the Crawleys from the Rectory came to dine. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Her Ladyship kept her room when the ladies from the Rectory visited their cousins at the Hall. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- This little rectory CAN do no more than make Mr. Ferrars comfortable as a bachelor; it cannot enable him to marry. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- In the parson's croft, behind the rectory, are the musicians of the three parish bands, with their instruments. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I should like you to be brought to the rectory, and given to me and mamma. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- But you know, Mrs. Pryor, it is scarcely _living_ to measure time as I do at the rectory. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I rather long to leave the rectory. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I seed 'em saddling his little nag as I passed at back o' t' rectory. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Now, dear Lina, she continued, let us turn our faces to the cool morning breeze, and walk very quietly back to the rectory. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- She asked after all the people at the Rectory with great interest; and said she was thinking of paying them a visit. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- If ever you want a home, if the day should come when Briarfield rectory is yours no longer, come to Nunnely vicarage. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Seeing that Moore waited and was resolved to hear something, she at last said, Miss Keeldar spent a day at the rectory about a week since. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Now, if the accident had happened at the rectory gates, and old Helstone had taken in the martyr, neither Yorke nor his wife would have pitied him. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
Editor: Paula