Whose
[huːz] or [huz]
Definition
(pron.) The possessive case of who or which. See Who, and Which.
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Definition
pron. the possessive case of who or which.—pron. Whosesoev′er (B.) of whomsoever.
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Examples
- As shown in the original designs, Fig. 116, she is a double ender, whose sides were to be 5 feet thick. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- Was he alone, that long night, whose brave, loving spirit was bearing up, in that old shed, against buffeting and brutal stripes? Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- And on whose behalf, he said, do you wish to do this? Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Yes,' said Lizzie, whose manner was a little troubled. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- There, I found my mother, very pale and with red eyes: into whose arms I ran, and begged her pardon from my suffering soul. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Let her footstep, as she comes and goes, in these pages, be like that other footstep to whose airy fall your own heart once beat time. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Southey spoke of him as a miraculous young man, at whose talents he could only wonder. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- Five days' journey from here--say two hundred miles--are the ruins of an ancient city, of whose history there is neither record nor tradition. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Repentance, replied the man, whose sinister brow gathered clouds as he spoke. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Tell me again whose coat was this? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Such were the Phrygians, a people whose language was almost as close to that of the Greeks as the Macedonian. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- She drew in her breath sharply as one whose doubts are resolved. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- He may not give pleasure, he may not bring comfort, but, on the contrary, may make those to whose hearts he comes very unhappy. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- No one can carry around with him a museum of all the things whose properties will assist the conduct of thought. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
- Obviously, as the cylinder was turned, the needle followed a spiral path whose pitch depended upon that of the feed screw. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- I know none whose knowledge, sagacity, and impartiality qualify him so thoroughly for such a service as yours do you. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- You think I'm an old woman whose ideas are bounded by Milton, and whose own crow is the whitest ever seen. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- The moving of passengers and freight seems to be directly related to the progress of civilization, and the factor whose influence has been most felt in this field is the steam locomotive. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- Shall I, in cool blood, set loose upon the earth a d?mon, whose delight is in death and wretchedness. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- There was another stretcher by the side with a man on it whose nose I could see, waxy-looking, out of the bandages. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Our family; our honourable family, whose honour is of so much account to both of us, in such different ways. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- Graham, however, must go: his was a profession whose claims are neither to be ignored nor deferred. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Seeing a soldier in blue on this log, I rode up to him, commenced conversing with him, and asked whose corps he belonged to. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- The 8000 or so motion-picture theatres of the country employ no fewer than 40,000 people, whose aggregate annual income amounts to not less than $37,000,000. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- You have heard of a man of bad character, whose true name is Compeyson? Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- For whose sake would you reveal the secret? Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- I stretched out my hand, and it touched none whose sensations were responsive to mine. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- And he's spotted, and I know with what, and with whose. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- One early station in New York for arc lighting was an old soap-works whose well-soaked floors did not need much additional grease to render them choice fuel for the inevitable flames. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- But then this stupid Mildmay, whose character was so well known to her! Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
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