Crossword-Solution: CICATRICE
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Cicatrice | n. | A cicatrix. |
We have 7 clues for the answer “CICATRICE”
| Clue | Answers |
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| CICATR | 1 answer |
| scar tissue | 2 answers |
| LEAF, mark left by fall of | 2 answers |
| TREE bark scar | 2 answers |
| Cicatrix | 4 answers |
| WOUND blemish | 4 answers |
| Scar | 49 answers |
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Poet’s word, with inverted comma, for the end of the day
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Hint 1 meaning
The old plural of Eye.
Hint 2 anagram
EEN
Hint 3 another clue
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Sentences with CICATRICE (5)
When the wounds finally heal up, each cicatrice stands out like a raised weal, and of these extraordinary marks the blacks are inordinately proud.
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it; lean upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps.
Lying with the utmost audacity, he said:— “Monsieur, I have lived several years in Russia, where I have acquired the habit of never taking any but an ungloved hand.” I thought that the Sorbonne professor would express his anger openly, but, on the contrary, by a visibly violent effort, he calmed himself, took off his gloves, and showed his hands; they were unmarked by any cicatrice.
Captain Mitchell exhibited willingly the long cicatrice of a cut over his left ear and temple, made by a razor-blade fastened to a stick--a weapon, he explained, very much in favour with the “worst kind of nigger out here.” Captain Mitchell was a thick, elderly man, wearing high, pointed collars and short side-whiskers, partial to white waistcoats, and really very communicative under his air of pompous reserve.
The scourge—its marks were there; and the scars of the hard iron fetters, and many a cicatrice and welt, that told a dismal tale of hard usage.
Quotes with CICATRICE (1)
He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined - the taste of gin at mid-day, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping from perch to perch.