Crossword-Solution: SMUTTED
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Smutted | imp. & p. p. | of Smut |
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| smudged | 20 answers |
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One’s able to vote
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Hint 1 meaning
One who elects, or has the right of choice; a person who
is entitled to take part in an election, or to give his vote in favor
of a candidate for office.
Hint 2 anagram
OTERCLE
Hint 3 another clue
A BALLOT CAST BY A VOTER WHO VOTES FOR ALL THE CANDIDATES OF ONE PARTY
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Sentences with SMUTTED (5)
The scullions and lower menials of a court, or of a nobleman's household, who, in a removal from one residence to another, had charge of the kitchen utensils, and being smutted by them, were jocularly called the ½black guard¸; also, the servants and hangersÏon of an army.
She faced the Greek god who, in a somewhat ungodlike way, was stitching a coat on a scaley sewing-machine, in a room of smutted plaster walls.
Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made; But oh! what maskers richly dight Can boast of bosoms half so light! England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again.
Now, if I were in your place, with my present love for music and dislike of pictures, I'd put her at the piano, and put the paint-saucers, and the oil, and the smutted canvass, out of the window; and then--unless he came to his senses like other people--I'd thrust Bill Edgerton out after them! I'd never let the best friend in the world spoil my wife.” The effect of this random chatter of my good-natured friend upon my mind may well be imagined.
The siren was beautifully dressed in the pure white that her sin-smutted soul, in its falsehood, affected.
Quotes with SMUTTED (2)
Then Night came down like the feathery soot of a smoky lamp, and smutted[9] first the bedquilt, then the hearth-rug, then the window-seat, and then at last the great, stormy, faraway outside world. But sleep did not come. Oh, no! Nothing new came at all except that particularly wretched, itching type of insomnia which seems to rip away from one's body the whole kind, protecting skin and expose all the raw, ticklish fretwork of nerves to the mercy of a gritty blanket or a wrin…
With widened eyes she stumbled backwards, not able to take her gaze from the flames engulfing the wooden shed right in front of them, wrapping it into their embrace before taking it over. Black parts of smutted wood started to glow, welcoming the tongues of fire that devoured the shed inch by inch.