Crossword-Solution: DUODECIMO
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Duodecimo | a. | Having twelve leaves to a sheet; as, a duodecimo from, book, leaf, size, etc. |
| Duodecimo | n. | A book consisting of sheets each of which is folded into twelve leaves; hence, indicating, more or less definitely, a size of a book; -- usually written 12mo or 12¡. |
We have 4 clues for the answer “DUODECIMO”
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| book size resulting from folding a sheet of paper into twelve leaves | 1 answer |
| BOOK page size | 3 answers |
| book size | 17 answers |
| Diminutive | 65 answers |
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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
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eruption
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Sentences with DUODECIMO (5)
They still dream of experimental realisation of their social Utopias, of founding isolated “phalansteres,” of establishing “Home Colonies,” of setting up a “Little Icaria”—duodecimo editions of the New Jerusalem—and to realise all these castles in the air, they are compelled to appeal to the feelings and purses of the bourgeois.
Dainty little duodecimo buildings are squeezed in between towering in-folios, and richly bound and tooled octavos chum with cheap editions.
That every articulately-speaking human being has in him stuff for _one_ novel in three volumes duodecimo has long been with me a cherished belief.
JAMES GUIGNARD, who very politely placed five duodecimo volumes in my hands, closely written by the general.
Then, above all, we had WALTER SCOTT, the kindly, the generous, the pure—the companion of what countless delightful hours; the purveyor of how much happiness; the friend whom we recall as the constant benefactor of our youth! How well I remember the type and the brownish paper of the old duodecimo “Tales of My Landlord!” I have never dared to read the “Pirate,” and the “Bride of Lammermoor,” or “Kenilworth,” from that day to this, because the finale is unhappy, and people die, and are murdered at the end.