Crossword-Solution: CONSPIRANT
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Conspirant | a. | Engaging in a plot to commit a crime; conspiring. |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
AETER
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with CONSPIRANT (5)
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours, My oath, and my profession: I protest, Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune, Thy valour and thy heart, thou art a traitor; False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; Conspirant ’gainst this high illustrious prince; And, from the extremest upward of thy head To the descent and dust beneath thy foot, A most toad-spotted traitor.
All curses be about her, and all ill Go with her; heaven be dark above her way, The gulf beneath her glad and sure of prey, And, wheresoe'er her prow be pointed, still The winds of heaven have all one evil will Conspirant even as hearts of kings to slay With mouths of kings to lie and smile and pray, And chiefliest his whose wintrier breath makes chill With more than winter's and more poisonous cold The horror of his kingdom toward the north, The deserts of his kingdom toward the east.
CHAPTER VI—A MESSAGE OF INDIGNATION “Thou art a traitor: False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; Conspirant ’gainst this high illustrous prince; And from the extremest upward of thy head, To the descent and dust beneath thy feet, A most toad-spotted traitor.” —“King Lear,” Shakespeare.
Par leur consail, p_ar_ leur covine Ly covoitous vait compassant 6510 Com_m_e soit les terres conquestant; Et d’autre part ly fals marchant P_ar_ leur avis son gaign divine; L’un font de l’orr riche et manant, Et l’autre de leur conspirant Des terres mettont en seisine.
Dorothy, leaning across my knees, first pinched, then patted him, and said: “Poor old Ollie! He’s nicer than almost any boy I know, and yet Dad says he’s a ‘worthless fellow,’ too.” When I suggested that the only hope was to take one of these nice worthless fellows and put some “starch” into him, the rear seat burst into a peal of conspirant laughter.