Crossword-Solution: HUFFING
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Huffing | p. pr. & vb. n. | of Huff |
We have 5 clues for the answer “HUFFING”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Blowing hard | 2 answers |
| Winded. | 6 answers |
| BE WINDED | 8 answers |
| Panting | 27 answers |
| Gusty. | 43 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
CAZEEM
Hint 3 another clue
eruption
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Sentences with HUFFING (5)
Finding that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said:-- "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig.
There was never a word of a raven or an eagle, that I’ll swear, now.’ ‘You deny that there was ever a word of “All for Love”? Speak, madam.’ ‘Their conjuror’s rigmarole!’ she murmured, huffing.
The method of capturing men and the rule concerning the huffing of a man unquestionably point to the Spanish game, while the board, the diagonal move of the men and the idea of crowning a man are taken from Chess.
There's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war; A thief and justice, fool and knave, A huffing officer and a slave; 960 A crafty lawyer and a pick-pocket, A great philosopher and a blockhead; A formal preacher and a player, A learn'd physician and manslayer.
When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said: "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig.
Quotes with HUFFING (3)
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massiveinsect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the endof a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurtin your voice under a blanket and said there’s two kindsof women — those you write poems aboutand those you don’t. It’s true. I never brought youa bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed. My idea of courtship was tapping Jane’s Addictionlyrics in Morse code on your window…
Claire. It was the last candle left within the Indian Agent. The last glimmer. He curled himself around it to keep it alive, and when the storm inhaled he studied his right hand, could feel her beside him in the carriage that night and, as if he could insist on this, looked up the depression he was calling a road, for the cabman's blindered horse, huffing through the snow, its lanterns swinging. Claire waiting for him on the worn velvet seat.
You'll learn. It takes time to kill the flesh, honey. It's kind of like those candles your father used to put on Mitchell's cake--the ones that relight when you think they're out. You've got to keep huffing and puffing and maybe even use the help of water before it's over, but eventually it's over, and that candle can't be lit even if you try -Mrs. Flannery
Where this answer appears
Appears in: NYT.
Used 1 time in crossword archives (1990).