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Okunuşu: / wɒʃ / Okunuş kuralları
Dil: İngilizce
Hecelenişi: wash
Ekler: wash·es/washed/wash·ing
Türü: fiil, isim, sıfat


f. yıkamak, ıslatmak;
su ile silmek;
yıkanmak, banyo yapmak;
ince boya tabakası ile kaplamak, yaldızlamak;
min. toprağı yıkayarak altın filizini ayırmak;
yıkanmaya dayanmak (kumaş);
hafif hafif çarpmak (dalga);

i. yıkama, yıkanma;
deniz veya nehir suyunun çalkanmasından hasıl olan ses;
dalga sesi, kürek palası veya gemi çarkının meydana getirdiği su akıntısı;
dalgaların sahile attığı süprüntü;
sulu mutfak artığı;
ağıza güzel koku vermek için kullanılan sıvı;
tuvalet suyu;
güz. san. ince suluboya tabakası;
kuru vadi;
toprak aşınması;
ince tabaka kaplama;

s. yıkanabilir.

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  • It was almost dark by the time they stopped for the night back in Lai Khe. The first thing they did after they stopped was clean their weapons. Stans filled an ammo box with diesel fuel and they dismantled machine guns and washed the road dust off from each part. No one mentioned the mornings incident with the charcoal burners until Stans brought it up as they were walking to the mess hall.
  • The mosaic was magnificent. He could sense a weaving of power so delicately designed it was as if he could hear it as music. It was a melody played on the edge of his thoughts. He stood in awe, for the fashioning was beyond his understanding. The blue stones shimmered above him, standing out from the rest. Blue like the sky washed with sunlight.
  • The same leaven was working in him that in other times begat Rubens and Jordaens and the Van Eycks, and all their wondrous tribe, and in times more recent begat in the green country of the Ardennes, where the Meuse washes the old walls of Dijon, the great artist of the Patroclus, whose genius is too near us for us aright to measure its divinity.
  • The walls of the mine shuddered again. It rippled down, and Anna felt the earth shift under her body. She felt a fine spray of moisture whip over her face and wondered if this room was about to fall into itself, filling with lake water that would rush in like Niagara Falls, forever washing away all sins from its path. Almost immediately she felt more water rushing around her hands and her bottom, as if sluice gates had suddenly been opened.
  • It must have been about eleven o'clock. Dick Sand then felt that a kind of torpor, if not a true sleep, was going to overcome him. It would, however, be rest. But, just as he was yielding to it, the thought came to him that, by the settling of the clay, washed in, the lower orifice was likely to be obstructed. All passage for the outer air would be closed. Within, the respiration of ten persons would soon vitiate the air by loading it with carbonic acid.
  • Eventually Robert would leave, Jamie knew, although he would be reluctant to do so. Jamie listened as Robert slowly left his side, taking the wash bowl back to the desk. He took an inordinate length of time cleaning up, wringing out the rag, hanging it up to dry. He was stalling, Jamie knew, afraid to leave his little brother in this pitiful state.
  • You didn't look very scoldable. I never in my life saw such a pathetic little object as you were when I found you. Your little dress was positively in rags and your face was covered with dirt, except where the tears had washed it off or turned it into mud, and your hair was full of sticks and leaves and all kinds of miscellaneous stuff. And the kitten you'd taken along for company had scratched your hands in three places.
  • It was half an hour before Peck came to his senses. In the meantime the captain had obtained some water, washed the private's wound and bound it up in bandages torn from his shirt.
  • The Colony's chief asset is comprised in the so-called German South-West African Diamond Fields, which, with the Congo Diamond Fields, provide a considerable portion of the small stones now on the market. These two fields are alike in that they are alluvial which means that the diamonds are easily gathered by a washing process. No shafts are sunk. It is precisely like gold washing.
  • We had brought with us some coils of stout rope in order to assist us in descending from the mountain heights into the valleys below, for I did not place much reliance upon the fable of the eagles and the pieces of fresh meat as a means to procure the rubies which it was said were washed down by torrential rains at certain seasons. If rubies were to be obtained, I argued, it must be by a more practical method than that employed by Marco Polo's men. Besides, we had no fresh meat with which to give Polo's experiment a trial.
  • While Peters and Jones were checking the red flow from Carter's wound and very carefully binding it up, Ted noticed with alarm that blood trickled down Buck's left wrist. He had received instruction in first aid as a part of his Boy Scout training and now insisted on dressing his friend's wound, although Buck protested that the bullet had "just grazed" his arm and no attention was necessary. Ted cleared the drying blood from around the scratch and, tearing into strips his handkerchief which he had washed and dried the previous afternoon, neatly employed a part of it as a bandage.
  • Look here, he said, "that is all right enough to eat and drink, but we want some water to wash with. Wash, you understand?" he went on as the men looked at him evidently without comprehending. "Wash, you see,--like this;" and he went through a pantomime of washing his hands and slushing his head and face. The Egyptians grinned and nodded; they said a word to each other and then retired.
  • Annie glanced down quickly at Tressa hoping the same thing. She knew she could kill any unhatched eggs from the pest with a simple wash of coal oil, but if the inspectors found any trace of the bug, they both would be detained.
  • Being regularly washed by wave action at every high tide, the softer marl is soon eroded away from the harder calcite fossils.
  • Having allied himself with the resentful female albino, this creature was never neglectful of an opportunity to perform some sneaking bit of meanness. For a time I was too weak to resent these impositions, and therefore the creature grew bolder in the liberties which he dared to take. Thus my tiger skull had again disappeared, and I knew he had stolen it, although I had no means of proving the theft. One morning, however, I caught the scoundrel in the act of smashing my turtle-shell basin with a rock. His reason for doing this was two-fold. First, it had contained the water with which I had dampened the ardour of Madame Albino, and second, it was regarded by all as something uncanny out of which I drew a certain power as I washed my face and hands--an operation of which none of the tribe was ever guilty. Grin may have thought to deprive me of my source of strength.
  • Those were thrilling moments in the darkness, as one side of the cask was heaved up and let down again, probably to try its weight, for it was by no means empty, and the water within washed to and fro, and then made whispering noises as it subsided, but the trickling sound went on.
  • The white crests were nearer now, and approaching at a startling speed. The roar alone told us they were breakers. A wave curled along the rail and a torrent of foam cascaded over the bulwark, washed the length of the deck, and eddied for a moment above the scuppers.
  • The delver noticed many things in that moment. Her nervous actions disappeared as her arms hung steadily at her sides. Her eyes, though void of emotion, could focus without distraction upon her objective. The confusion, the denial of what she had become, had washed away. There remained hundreds of decisions to make, decisions only a magic caster faced and foreign to a delver, but the acceptance of her own abilities now seemed anchored in this changing reality.
  • Arab your aunt! laughed Jeremy: "I eat Arabs! I'm the only original genuine woolly bad man from way back! I'm the plumber who pulled the plug out of Arabia! You know English? Good! You know what a dose of salts is then? You've seen it work? Experienced it, maybe? Hah! You'll understand me. I'm a grain of the Epsom Salt that went through Beersheba, time the Turks had all the booze in sight and we were thirsty. Muddy booze it was too--oozy booze--not fit for washing hogs! Ever heard of Anzacs? Well, I'm one of 'em. Now you know what the scorpion who stung you's up against! You lie there and think about it, cocky; I'll show you his shirt tomorrow morning."
  • But all these things had been arranged for beforehand, so that in due course of time every fellow would have his share of camp duties. Today he might have to assist in the cooking; tomorrow help wash dishes; the next day be one of the wood-getters; and then perhaps on the fourth blissful day, he would be at liberty to just loaf!
  • The car was still slowing down as they passed over a wooden bridge where a narrow road, partly washed out, turned to the left and ran along a hillside. Into this he steered.
  • Forty-five minutes later I was resting on my bed. I had taken a shower, scrubbed my teeth, combed out my hair and braided it, and washed my face. I felt nice and clean, and wouldve fallen asleep if it werent for the fact that Sam burst through the door. "Hey Max, we got to talk." He said seriously. He sat down on the bed, the springs bouncing up and down.
  • The parking lot was empty except for two vehicles. One I recognized as belonging to the Sheriff who unceremoniously delivered my person to the remote roadside picnic table earlier that day. The other looked like Junior Junior's truck, but I couldn't swear to it because most of the trucks in the area looked so similar. They were all either GM or Ford products sporting the requisite storage lock boxes up against the front cab in the rear bed, as well as sturdy trailer hitches. These working pickups were washed only on special occasions like funerals, weddings, or when the proud owner took the wife to the mall in Manhattan or Salina.
  • Well, I don't know, Skinner; I suppose I should have done as other people did. If one does not know the comfort of a wash and a clean shirt, one would not miss it, you see. I have sometimes thought--
  • Joe, who was standing just opposite the window, jumped backward, and catching his heels against the great tub wherein the week's wash was soaking, he sat down in it with a splash. Seeing this, I sprang forward and thrust my torch into the bear's face; upon which he dropped to the ground again.
  • `You needn't bother,' Connie said, standing at the door. `It's all done.' She kicked off her wellingtons and barefoot, washed her hands and took meat from the fridge. Steam from the pot of potatoes had settled on the window and drops of moisture trickled down behind the half net curtain. The chil¬dren lowered their eyes as Mungo took off his wellingtons again.
  • Then something else happened. She turned her head to look at something on her other side, and abject horror washed over her, an unreasoning panic that brought Gabriel to his knees. "Jesus God!" he yelled hoarsely as he perceived what she had just seen, and his eyes flew open like blinds that someone had suddenly let go.
  • Saucy bath & shower novelties wash your cares away with gifts and ideas from our saucy novelty shower and bath time range.
  • "I have some other news for you, Miss Granger," went on Lady Honoria. "Your canoe has been washed ashore, very little injured. The old boatman--Edward, I think they call him--has found it; and your gun in it too, Geoffrey. It had stuck under the seat or somewhere. But I fancy that you must both have had enough canoeing for the present."
  • They spent several hours at the water pocket that long, warm afternoon. After a while, they dragged their wet bodies from the pool, soaped each other down a ways downhill of the ledge, and then rinsed each other off with buckets of water brought from the pool. Al filled the bucket with water, put some soap in it along with his shorts and T-shirt and her swimsuit, and washed them out as best he could, leaving them lying on the warm rocks to dry while they retreated to the water pocket once again.
  • In the 19th and 20th centuries the foreshore has produced robust vertebrate fossils, washed out.
  • The TV was blasting out the closing credits of the reality show, and Dave turned it off. The butterflies were still making themselves at home in his stomach, but he was almost getting used to them. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and checked his face in the mirror. Still okay. His cheek was starting to itch under the latex of the fake scar, but he didnt want to touch it in case he picked it loose or something. He dried his hands on a thick grey towel, pulled on Lizas black leather gloves, then checked the contents of his pockets one last time. Wallet, empty except for twenty dollars and Andreas Schmidts credit card. Hip flask. Mister. The plasticky bulk of the disposable cellphone that Alistair Coxs men had left for him. It probably didnt weigh more than a couple of ounces, but every time he felt it sitting at the bottom of his pocket it made his skin crawl. It was a disposable phone anyway, and there was nothing he wanted more than to be rid of it. But not long now.
  • Dark green fritillary argynnis aglaja the dark green fritillary is very similar to the silver washed fritillary.
  • The shower room has a " family size " shower and also houses an automatic washing machine and tumble dryer.
  • At home, the coat went in her closet, the cuff links went in her jewelry box, and the unicorn horn was to go on her coffee table right after she washed the dust off of it. She opened the case and lifted the horn out. It certainly lookedauthentic’. The horn was about eighteen inches long and tapered to a sharp point. She set it aside and filled the sink with water. She'd just clean it up nice and have a relaxing day at home. She'd planned to go through her mail, do the crossword, and maybe watch a little television. Yes, just a nice, relaxing, normal day.
  • Harvey attempted to defuse the situation before it got out of hand again. "It was nothing, just a misunderstanding. Um," He paused, thinking of the best way to phrase the next sentence without starting an argument or a hissy fit. "While you're here, could you possibly do some of your washing please? It's been there for ages, and look" Harvey pointed at the sink, where one dish had grown so much mould it had appeared to become sentient. On quite disgusting fungus legs it stood up, took a look around and dived out of the open kitchen window in a bid for freedom.
  • "Neither sleep nor sanctuary, being naked nor sick, not vain prayers of priests nor times of capital sacrificeall embarments to fury!—shall lift up their rotten privilege and customgainst my hate for Martius!" he vows. "Where I find himwere it at home, under my brothers guard!—even there, against the hospitable canon, will I wash my fierce hand ins hearts blood!"
  • "You shall see them after we've cleared away the breakfast things and washed up. But there's a rule about the boats, too: no one is to go out in them except in bathing suits. And remember this, when you're out on the lake. It's very narrow, and it looks very calm and safe, now.
  • I need to change the sheets on my bed, put some fabric softener in the wash mom always does.
  • "Weve got to get ourselves cleaned up, little one," said Father, who suspected there might be a river or stream up in the hills further on. He put Isabelle up on his shoulders and after a short walk they reached a valley with a small brook running through it. The river water looked clean and they took a drink from it. Then they took off their shoes and dangled their feet in the clear water. After they had washed their faces, Michel gave his daughter a piece of bread from the bag, which also held a small fortune. Over three hundred francs; the De Vaudemont dowry.
  • Holding onto the railing, she watched the men run about, lashing rigging, raising fresh storm sails and clearing away debris. A wave splashed her, making her gasp at its iciness. Deciding it was too cold and wet on deck, she started back to the cabin. As she released the railing, a massive wave broke over the gunwales and swept her feet from under her. She was washed across the deck, desperately trying to grab something, but the water dragged her to the far railing. Another wave swept over the ship, foaming with white spume. It carried her through the railings, and she flailed wildly as she tried to grab a rope or stanchion. Nothing came to hand, and, as the grey water rushed up at her, she screamed.
  • "I don't suppose I shall," answered Archy. "But still I should not like to be washed overboard, as Bill and Ned were the other night."
  • The rain had somewhat washed the upper parts of me, but I was still bogged as high as to the knees; I streamed water; I was so weary I could hardly limp, and my face was like a ghost's. I stood certainly more in need of a change of raiment and a bed to lie on, than of all the benefits in Christianity. For all which (being persuaded the chief point for me was to make myself immediately public) I set the door of the church with the dirty Duncan at my tails, and finding a vacant place sat down.
  • Some camps pay for all work done and give boys more freedom, but experience has clearly proven that the successful camp is the one where boys all have responsibility and definite duties to perform. Dishwashing is never attractive. It may be made less irksome by carefully systematizing the work. There are several ways. One way is that of having each boy wash his own dishes, working a tent at a time. A number of tubs of hot, soapy water are provided for washing, and several extra tubs filled with very hot water for rinsing. At a signal from the Camp Director or person in charge, each table of boys by rotation passes from the dining room with the dishes to these tubs and each boy proceeds to do his own dishwashing and rinsing and drying.
  • The dickheads have been quiet for a while,’ David says. Hes sitting on the ground in the shade of the wheat bin and Jim is leaning back against a wooden buttress. The bread and cheese is all gone, and theyve been attempting to wash it down with the remains of the Coke. The bottle, almost empty, stands on the ground between them.
  • No longer heeding my friend's caution, slipping on my clothes, I rushed on deck. The schooner's masts had gone by the board, and she lay helpless on the foaming ocean. The crew were shouting and swearing as they endeavoured to cut away the masts, which were battering against her sides, while ever and anon a heavy sea striking her, swept over her deck, and from the shrieks which came up out of the waters a short distance away to leeward, I had little doubt that several of the people had been washed overboard. Fearing that such might be my fate were I to remain on deck, I hurried back again into the cabin. I knew that nothing could be done till daylight, and that it would be impossible to rig jury-masts until the sea was somewhat smoother. Perhaps before then the slaver and her living freight might be carried down into the depths of ocean. I would not venture to lie down, but sat in the cabin, ready to rush out and make an attempt for my life should such a catastrophe appear imminent.
  • The boy groaned again, and Chanter sat back to wait for him to regain consciousness. Arrin opened his eyes, looking dazed, then turned to the stream to scoop up handfuls of water and suck it down, coughing. He washed off the dried blood, revealing a handsome, clean-cut face with brown eyes and an aquiline nose. When he had drunk his fill, he turned to his rescuer.
  • The rest of the crew sat round making remarks, but not even offering to assist their shipmate, evidently perfectly indifferent as to what happened to me, though perhaps curious to see whether I should revive under the treatment to which I was being subjected. Judging by the colour of the water after I had been washed in it, I must have been as black as a coal. I rather think Julius Caesar must have fancied that I was one of his own race, and must have been greatly astonished at seeing a blackamoor washed white. When the operation was concluded, Growles again came and had a look at me.
  • Annies face almost hurt from smiling so long. She finally realized how tired she was as Giuseppe showed her to their room. "Do you think they would mind if I washed up a bit and changed my clothes? Its been such a hot day."
  • Suddenly, as a wave washed it within a few feet of the crab, two of the tentacles darted out so swiftly that Colin could scarcely follow the move until they were upon the crab, the rest of the body of the octopus flattening itself upon the sand as though to secure a greater purchase. The crab set both its claws into the soft flesh of the tentacles, whereupon, with a series of horrible convulsions, the cuttlefish lumbered entirely out of the sea and, with two or three repulsive and sinuous gyrations, it forced itself bodily over the crab. By this means the outstretched membranes at the base of the tentacles smothered the movements of the prey and prevented escape, while at the same time the mouth and biting beaks were brought into position where they could find a vital part.
  • Suddenly Khosa did her hind-end-up, front-end-down stretch, then began to give her ears a thorough wash. Bark watched Ashta and the boy holding her. He could feel their communication with others but he was incapable of intercepting it himself. But seconds after Khosas stretch, Bark saw relief and tears on both the boys face, and amazingly, on the Dragons. Khosa crooned as she continued her washing.
  • "It wasn't so very long before I heard something knocking softly near by, and listening carefully I made up my mind that it must be a boat that was kept in a snug cove perhaps, and yet where it got more or less wash of the sea beyond.
  • Hair? Oh, yes, she had hair, a great mass of it piled on her head, black hair. Eyes? Her eyes were blue, not the washed out blue of a morning sky, but the changing, mysterious purple-blue of deep water. She turned those wonderful eyes upon me, as I stood there at the wheel, and the red blood flushed my cheeks, while the mask of cynical hardness I had striven so hard to cultivate fled from my face. She saw through my pretence, did the lady, she saw me as I really was, a boy playing desperately at being such a man as my experience had taught me to admire. I was abashed. I was no longer a hard case with those pitying, understanding eyes upon me. I was like a lad detected in a mischief, facing my mother.
  • Gladys stood in her tent under the big murmuring pine tree washing handkerchiefs in her washbasin. "I haven't enough left to last any time at all now," she confided plaintively to Sahwah, "and I had three dozen when I came. They're all gone where the good handkerchiefs go, I guess. Somebody is forever getting cut and needing a bandage in a hurry and my handkerchief is invariably the one to be sacrificed to the emergency."
  • "Mags told me a funny story about Curtis," I added, when the first topic ran out of steam. It was one of those Curtis stories from a geologic site that had to be better in the telling than during the actual experience, this one involving washed out roads and almost running out of gas.
  • Tudor had always been a wanderer, and with facile wit and quick vivid description he leaped from episode and place to episode and place, relating his experiences seemingly not because they were his, but for the sake of their bizarreness and uniqueness, for the unusual incident or the laughable situation. He had gone through South American revolutions, been a Rough Rider in Cuba, a scout in South Africa, a war correspondent in the RussoJapanese war. He had mushed dogs in the Klondike, washed gold from the sands of Nome, and edited a newspaper in San Francisco. The President of the United States was his friend. He was equally at home in the clubs of London and the Continent, the Grand Hotel at Yokohama, and the selector's shanties in the NeverNever country. He had shot big game in Siam, pearled in the Paumotus, visited Tolstoy, seen the Passion Play, and crossed the Andes on muleback; while he was a living directory of the fever holes of West Africa.
  • Sometimes, the potash would be bought from homeowners by peddlers, called "ashies". They would then make the soap themselves and sell it back to the people for a profit. Soap makers and candle makers were often the same person, since they both dealt with fats and fires. They were called "chandlers". Sodium hydroxide would soon replace the potash in making lye, eliminating that aspect of soap making. The grease in soap makes it difficult for dirt and germs to hang on, allowing them toslip offand be washed down the drain.
  • In another two minutes we were all three sucking the pulpy fruit. In an ordinary way we should have found it tasteless enough: as it was I thought it the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. After three days spent without food or water, in the desert, one is not particular. While we were still eating the fruit, the lady of my vision set her companion to work to partially flay the orib which her dogs had killed, and busied herself in making a fire of fallen boughs. As soon as it burned brightly she took strips of the orib flesh, toasted them, and gave them to us on leaves. We ate, and now were allowed a little more water. After that she took Tota to the spring and washed her, which she sadly needed, poor child! Next came our turn to wash, and oh, the joy of it!
  • The returning roll of the ship prevented Larsen from landing the second blow and forced both men to cling to the railing to avoid being washed overboard.
  • Erling ran to a rill that trickled down the face of the rock at his side, dipped his leathern bonnet into it, and, quickly returning, sprinkled a little on the old man's face, and washed the wound.
  • Jennie and Anna had just set a second wash load into the rinse water. The childs mother stood, arched her back and stretched. "Ill go get him before he wakes the other two."
  • In pledge of the promise, never to be broken, Burl took the hand that was now powerless to take his, and held it till death had fixed its answering grasp and the hunter was gone to find another paradise. Then he laid his master's body upon the streamlet's brink, to wash away the blood.
  • When they stopped to rest at noon on the third day, Mirra found a pool in a rocky hollow near the campsite. She knelt to drink, contemplating a wash as well. Before her hand broke the calm surface, her reflection changed, and she looked into Elder Mother's eyes. Mirra recoiled with a gasp, but the image smiled with gentle reassurance.
  • The canoes were now launched, and began to make their way through the surf. Three succeeded in getting alongside, but the fourth was overturned by a heavy roller, and the unfortunate passengers thrown out amid the foaming waters. Some, as if thus glad to escape from their persecutors, sank without making a struggle for life; others clung to the canoe, and a few were either washed back on the beach or picked up by the surrounding canoes, to which the crew had already made their way. Eight or ten human beings thus lost their lives, but the event seemed to cause no concern to the captain or his officers. He had only agreed to pay for those brought off to him in safety. The embarkation continued as before, and we were soon surrounded by canoes full of slaves, who were forthwith hoisted on board and stowed below. Their price, chiefly in goods, was then lowered into the canoes, which returned to the shore with much more caution than they had come out.
  • A few minutes later they landed on the firm snow and soon a hearty meal of hot canned mutton, vegetables, soup, and even a can of plum pudding, warmed on their stove and washed down with boiling tea, was being disposed of.
  • They washed him and patched him and bound him as best they might, and took counsel together. They couldn't carry him on; they couldn't send him back; and they couldn't camp here, waiting for him to get well or to die; they had to reach the Henry fort at the mouth of the Yellowstone, with their horses and supplies, before winter.
  • After numerous hardships and accidents of all kinds, the Billy Whiskers family arrived in Lincoln Park. The first thing they did was to go straight to the bathing beach to wash the stains of travel off their coats before visiting the animals.
  • It was seven at night on a Thursday in September. Bill Callahan stepped out from the confines of his office into the night air of Rio after a long, full day of work. It was warm and dark. He breathed in deeply and let the humid air wash through his hair and face. He was headed to dinner with a woman he had met in a bar in the same block as his apartment. She was young, and dark, and Brazilian.
  • When the constabulary colonel had gone, the three washed up and went downstairs. Tony was restless and Rick knew that he wanted to get to work on the artifacts they had flown down to Manila. The Ifugao treasure, minus the skull, was under guard at the university museum.
  • She trudged upstairs, the lessons of the day washed away in a flood of pain and sorrow. As much as she had loathed this war, she'd always assumed that the one common desire of the world was to bring it to an end. Wolloff was right. There was no reason that could justify abandoning any hope of peace in favor of destruction. And what of the people of Tressor? Had they made pleas for peace that fell upon the unwilling ears of the North? So many questions, and no answers.
  • Hearing Gray on his laptop, Rose stepped into the kitchen, but he had run the dishwasher, little to clear. Rose washed two plates that sat in the sink, dishes that could have gone in the next load, but it gave her something to do. Husband and wife exchanged smiles and when Rose was done, she joined Gray on the sofa.
  • Her face was sopping. She daubed a filthy sleeve against her cheek. She wouldnt dare look into a mirror until she got home and got washed up. She felt an urge get out of the hospital into the open air and just take off running.
  • I proposed that we should lift him in his cot through the skylight. The captain at length agreed to this. I sprang on deck, intending to secure a tackle to the main boom, by which we might carry out my proposal with greater ease. What was my horror on reaching the deck, to find that the blacks, on quitting the falls, had neglected to secure them, and that the boat having fallen into the water had been washed away and capsized. The flames, too, which were now ascending through the main-hatchway had caught the other boat, and already her bows were burned through.
  • "The little girl looking for an old woman, yes?" he rumbled. The portly captain wore his clothes as a peacock might display his feathers. His pantaloons were of the deepest red, while his coat was a silk wash that wandered from sky blue to sea green, depending on the light. Gold buckles and winking cut glass flickered in the sunlight at every angle.
  • I thought of the old joke about the marines and the SAS, where the marine complains about the SAS guy not washing his hand to which he answers, ‘We're trained not to piss on ours.'
  • The masts, and rigging, and sails, hung over the side; the former in their fall having carried away the bulwarks and smashed the boats. I saw before we got on board, that she had lost her masts with all sail set, in some unaccountably lubberly way it seemed. The sea had washed away some of her spare spars and the caboose, but she had apparently righted directly her masts went, and there seemed no reason why she should have been deserted by her crew. As we pulled up under the stern, we looked out for a name painted there, but a sail hung over it, and if there was a name it was not perceptible. Hearty, the moment he was on board, rushed with frantic haste along the deck, to ascertain the important fact, and very nearly fell overboard in his attempt to remove the sail, till others could aid him. The sail was soon dragged aside, and as we hung down over the taffrail, a large S appeared, there could be no doubt of it. There was the word "Success" of London. I had to help my friend on board again.
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  • Third, and most important, Dolan was caught by the gray-green eyes of a peasant girl whom he saw as he rode along the banks of the river Ciele in the heart of the Mearh Dun. Legend has it the girl was washing laundry at the river's edge. Dolan reined in his horse on the other side. The girl's black hair, bright and dark together as a raven's wing, fell across her face as she bent over her work. She did not look up, even though she must have heard him approaching, for the Ciele is a narrow river. At the nicker of his horse, she finally glanced up. Her name was Levoreth, as so many women of the Callas family down through the years have been named. He built Andolan for her and she bore him three sons. So began the lineage of the dukes of Callas.
  • Leaving the marsh, we reached a bare, rising plain, which led to the first slope of the Mountain three or four miles away. Here we expected every moment to be attacked by the savages of whom we had heard so much, but no living creature did we see. The place was a desert streaked with veins of rock that once had been molten lava. /I/ do not remember much else about it; indeed, the pain in my arm was so sharp that I had no eyes for physical features. At length the rise ended in a bare, broad donga, quite destitute of vegetation, of which the bottom was buried in lava and a debris of rocks washed down by the rain or melting snows from slopes above. This donga was bordered on the farther side by a cliff, perhaps fifty feet in height, in which we could see no opening.
  • Then a bayman washed down the enameled surface of the table, rinsing the blood away, and another attendant skilfully dressed and bandaged the second wound as he had done the first. Two baymen brought a stretcher and the lad was taken to a bunk. Here he was given a drink that, after five minutes, caused him to doze and dream fitfully of the battle through which he had lately passed.
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  • "Ive always believed the same, Inglish. And Ive lived as few men on Allahs earth have lived." Arangbar settled himself against his bolster and reached for another glass. He was starting to grow visibly tipsy. "I now enjoy all Allah could possibly grant to a living man. There is nothing on earth I cannot have. And yet, do you know, I still have many griefs. Show me the man whose heart is free of grief." He took a piece of lamb from a dish and washed it down. "So I find my greatest happiness with wine. Like a low-caste camel driver. Why must I still endure sorrow, Inglish?"
  • Well, my idea is this: we'll rustle around and gather up whatever pickins we've overlooked in the staterooms, and shove for shore and hide the truck. Then we'll wait. Now I say it ain't a-goin' to be more'n two hours befo' this wrack breaks up and washes off down the river. See? He'll be drownded, and won't have nobody to blame for it but his own self. I reckon that's a considerble sight better 'n killin' of him. I'm unfavorable to killin' a man as long as you can git aroun' it; it ain't good sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?
  • Exiting the kitchen with a tray of freshly washed coffee cups, I observed business going on as usual. Every table was occupied and most everyone looked to be in good spirits. The geezers, including newly arrived Big Bob, occupied three tables pulled together to make one long table. The group drank coffee, ate muffins and rolls, laughed, and otherwise conducted themselves as they did every workday morning.
  • His eyes washed over her, just as slight satisfaction appeared on his face. If the delver's revelation had shaken his confidence in the sanctity of his secret, the elf's question restored it. "Standing still may be the only thing which is truly safe in this place," he said almost smugly. "It is movement that is dangerous. I bid you all to remember that." He let the warning sink in before continuing. "I suppose it is time for us to pass this level, and pass it we will."
  • Out of nowhere Robin's voice rose above the others. He sang light, and warmth and life. He sang us a chance to regroup. Tania and Emma sang us safety. Dad's chest moved, just slightly. He began to breathe. A wash of colour returned to his face, and his eyes moved beneath his closed lids. The world contracted about us. I still heard singing in the background, but only Dad and Calum and I existed. I willed Dad to wake up. His eyelids flickered. He opened his eyes. He stared at Calum and tried to sit up. Calum and I helped him.
  • When the water level dropped to nearly nothing, they could all see that the surface of the land had been completely altered. An entirely new sea arm had gouged its way several hundred paces into the former jungle. It lay filled with brown water and a few uprooted trees. Other rocky hills and spires dotted the landscape in all inland directions, revealed now by the absence of obscuring greenery. The spring at the foot of the monolith was filled with salt water. Most of the trees had collapsed, and many had washed away to the sea. The only remaining tree species were palms. The undergrowth was mostly scoured from the face of the earth, and vast expanses of light brown mud lay in every direction. Behind them, they could see the broken skeletal halves of the Kazhak, left where the sea abandoned it, against the edge of the hills another mile distant.
  • 'When I saw 'twas Doctor Sturk, I was frightened; he had treated me mighty ill, and I resented it, which I did not conceal; and I thought 'twould look very much against me if I were any way mixed up in this dreadful occurrence--especially not knowing who did it--and being alone with the body so soon after 'twas done. I crossed the park wall therefore; but by the time I came near Barrack-street, I grew uneasy in my mind, lest Doctor Sturk should still have life in him, and perish for want of help. I went down to the river-side, and washed my hands, for there was blood upon 'em, and while so employed, by mischance I lost my hat in the water and could not recover it. I stood for a while by the river-bank; it was a lonely place; I was thinking of crossing there first, I was so frightened; I changed my mind, however, and went round by Bloody-bridge.
  • Then Melchior passed round and out of sight, and Saxe's own turn came, and he followed into one of the gloomiest parts of the rift. And here the ledge still descended slowly till the water began to wash over the path; then, as he looked anxiously forward, he could dimly see that at every step the water splashed beneath the animal's hoofs, and the next minute it was standing still, with the guide close up behind.
  • She started to respond to set me straight, but I gave her a knowing look and she smiled. This time she gave me a kiss on the cheek at the end of the date. It was a Saturday afternoon and I decided to walk the forty blocks uptown to my apartment. By the time I unlocked the door to my apartment, any thought of Betty had washed away like a quick summer rain shower. Sam would have debated the failure for weeks, but I wasnt Sam and I would eventually succeed. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and then sat down at the computer to find the next Mrs. Rubin.
  • You stop, sir. Don't you get only saiding again, for I won't have it. It's weak, and sickly, and sentimental. Who wants to be told that he helped his brother when he was ill? Such rot! Why, wouldn't you have fed me and washed my face if I'd grown as stupid and weak as you? There, shake hands. I'll forgive you this time; but if ever-- Hooray-y-y-y! He's getting some muscle in his arm again. You can feel him grip! Why, a fortnight ago it was like shaking hands with a dead chicken. I say, Joe, old man, you are heaps better.
  • Nausicaa, why do you lie sleeping here, and never bestow a thought upon your bridal ornaments, of which you have many and beautiful, laid up in your wardrobe against the day of your marriage, which cannot be far distant; when you shall have need of all, not only to deck your own person, but to give away in presents to the virgins that honouring you shall attend you to the temple? Your reputation stands much upon the timely care of these things; these things are they which fill father and reverend mother with delight. Let us arise betimes to wash your fair vestments of linen and silks in the river; and request your sire to lend you mules and a coach, for your wardrobe is heavy, and the place where we must wash is distant, and besides it fits not a great princess like you to go so far on foot.
  • Lucia scrubbed at the obstinate stains. Once certain she'd washed the blood away, she dragged the sopping cloth along the firm contours of her beige skin and recalled a bitter montage of recent dreams. She ran her dripping fingers down her accursed armsnow forced to bear even greater burdens.
  • Nor was the reality that the reverse osmosis filters would eventually clog. Freshwater showers with soap felt like a moral victory. Laundered, clean clothes that had been washed with soap instead of simply left out in the rain felt like the difference between cavemen and civilization.
  • "Oh, I wanted to punch her so bad!" Brooke yelled. "That guys father works on some committee with my mom so I couldnt give it to her. Ill be back in a minute," she said looking at her right hand. "I have to go wash this hand a few thousand times."
  • Skallagaff, the Mantid wizard, the council's advisor to all kings, held her staff, Tabelliah, in a vertical fashion as she approached Mia. She laid her fore claw on Mia's neck. Mia felt the warmth of Saa wash her from head to toe as Skallagaff invoked the gift of Yamasaa on her. "It is as Saa directs." She removed her claw from Mia.
  • Summer woke at three-thirty, feeling a zombie. Whatever Dan did to put her to sleep had been like an elephant tranquilizer, but she vaguely recalled his methods, nothing awkward to his techniques. She got up to pee, washing her hands, then lay back down. Dan lay close and as she backed into him, suddenly they were making love, the action feeling so natural, Summer was unsure if he wore a condom. She only realized he was by hearing him remove it. Then he kissed her, letting her settle. Summer went back to sleep, as zonked as hours before.
  • Tears washed down his cheeks as silent sobs wracked his body. They would not have died if not for him. Even though he had seen no sign of dissension, he should have expected it. They died because he was not prepared.
  • The actual earnings call the next morning was merely a formality to the disaster that was going on inside of Shuman Enterprises. There was nothing sold or produced during the first three months of the fiscal year, and the only person that appeared to benefit from the companys policies was Samantha Strandler, who lost ten pounds and also experienced both her first kisses and deluxe vagina car washes.
  • At ... about two in the morning the women fell asleep, and when he was sure of this, their man took a bag from the lug¬gage rack and produced jamn serrano - thats a leathery, rich ham - some bread and a porrn of wine. A porrn is a kind of jar with a spout and you raise it at arms length and let the wine stream into your mouth. There was just a dim light from the corridor. I was hungry and thirsty and the soldiers must have been too because we all leaned slightly towards the man. He cut the ham slowly and passed the sandwiches around, and we ate. Then he took a long stream from the porrn and passed it to me. I hadnt the panache at first, and the wine streamed down my shirt, to their great amusement; but then I suc¬ceeded, and the vino tinto washed into my mouth. I produced what food I had, and a broken, inevitable conversation began.
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