Crossword-Solution: CRUSIE
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| CRUSIE | anagram | CRUISE, CURIES |
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| "__ Lamp" | 35 answers |
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Dermatological complaint
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Hint 1 meaning
An inflammatory disease of the skin, characterized by the
presence of redness and itching, an eruption of small vesicles, and the
discharge of a watery exudation, which often dries up, leaving the skin
covered with crusts; -- called also tetter, milk crust, and salt rheum.
Hint 2 anagram
MEAECZ
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eruption
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Sentences with CRUSIE (5)
When the sheep were safe and his day's labour was over, he read by the light of the fire and the "crusie" (oil-lamp) overhead, Witsius on the Covenants, or Rutherford's "Christ Dying," or Bunyan's "Grace Abounding," or Owen's "130th Psalm," while the collies slept at his feet, and Flora put the finishing stroke to some bit of rustic finery.
The crusie was usually suspended by an iron hook and the flow of oil to the wick could be regulated by tilting.
Mysie, on opening the door, said to the gallant cavalier,-- "Just step in, ye'll fin' a' ready," and she blew out her crusie which she had in her hand, and letting the captain grope in by himself, hirpled as fast as she could to one of the neighbours; for, although she had covenanted with him to come without his sword, she was terrified with the fear of some dreadful upshot.
Weel, it's growing to candle lighting, and I'll put a crusie fu' o' oil in feyther's room, and that will light you through the night." Neil found his sister sitting with Judith Macpherson and her grandson, Cluny.
Some words had been singing in her heart as she moved about, and she took the big copy book out of the drawer, and stooping to the crusie burning on the table, she wrote them down: The night is black, the winds are wild, The waves are taking their own will, Dear Jesus, sleeping like a child, Awake! and bid the storm be still.