Crossword-Solution: COMPUNCTIOUS
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Compunctious | a. | Of the nature of compunction; caused by conscience; attended with, or causing, compunction. |
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| attritional | 3 answers |
| Contrite | 31 answers |
| apologetic | 37 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
EAETR
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with COMPUNCTIOUS (5)
Swancourt’s manner towards her partook of the compunctious kindness that arises from a misgiving as to the justice of some previous act.
But now Macbeth, at first the more compunctious of the two, has become the more ruthless; the germ of crime, developed by suggestion, has spread through his whole being; he has begun to acquire that indifference to human suffering with which Richard III.
Burke became haunted as time went on and flew to drink to banish horror, but Hare would seem to have been free from such "compunctious visitings of Nature." He kept his head and turned King's evidence.
This breath of the passion immortal was all that other had asked; the descent of Mary Antrim opened his spirit with a great compunctious throb for the descent of Acton Hague.
Still they tell us, that he recollected what compunctious visitings would be his lot if he remained supine--he felt the sharpest uneasiness at sight of the accident before him, and it was to get rid of that uneasiness, and not for the smallest regard to the unhappy being he has been the means to save, that he entered on the hazardous undertaking.
Quotes with COMPUNCTIOUS (2)
Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose." Macbeth
The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the midst of my usual afternoon stroll through the small hilly town attached to the girls' college where I taught French literature, I had stopped to watch a family of brilliant icicles drip-dripping from the eaves of a frame house. So clear-cut were their pointed shadows on the white boards behind them that I was sure the shadows of the falling drops should be visible too. But they were not. ("The Vane Sisters")