Squares
[sk'weəz] or [skwɛrz]
Examples
- Three yellow squares of light shone above us in the gathering gloom. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- He ran across the streets and the great squares of Vanity Fair, and at length came up breathless opposite his own house. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- The squares are to enable the player to properly judge the angles of play. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- It operates to exclude recognition of everything except what squares up with the fixed end in view. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
- These hundreds of green squares, marked by their black lava walls, make the hills look like vast checkerboards. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- While still warm dip porous paper (cut into small squares) in the solution and dry them. William K. David. Secrets of Wise Men, Chemists and Great Physicians.
- Mr. George approaches softly to the bedside, makes his bow, squares his chest, and stands, with his face flushed, very heartily ashamed of himself. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- When the rail has been formed, the ivory diamond-shaped squares and name plate are countersunk into the top. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- Since those daysI have seen the West End, the parks, the fine squares; but I love the city far better. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- The first night's generally rather unsettled, but you'll be set all squares to-morrow. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The cards of address alone remained to nail on: they lay, four little squares, in the drawer. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- The sheet is cut into tiny squares, each about one-sixteenth of an inch, and these squares are put into a bath where the copper is dissolved out. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- In fact, Franklin was rather apologetic in reference to the magic squares and circles, with which he sometimes amused hi s leisure, as a sort of ingenious trifling. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- He tore the drugget from the floor, and in an instant was down on his hands and knees clawing at each of the squares of wood beneath it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
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