Crossword-Solution: MITHER
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| MITHER | anagram | HERMIT |
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| Make a fuss | 6 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
AEEMCZ
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eruption
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Sentences with MITHER (5)
Tramp, tramp, the fell road, the mad 'orde pursuin' there, And 'ow we 'urled it back again, them grim, grey waves; Tramp, tramp, the 'ell road, the 'orror and the ruin there, The graves of me mateys there, the grim, sour graves._ The Haggis of Private McPhee "Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee.
Till, off Sambawa Head, Ye mind, I heard a land-breeze ca', Milk-warm wi' breath o' spice an' bloom: “M'Andrew, come awa'!” Firm, clear an' low -- no haste, no hate -- the ghostly whisper went, Just statin' eevidential facts beyon' all argument: “Your mither's God's a graspin' deil, the shadow o' yoursel', Got out o' books by meenisters clean daft on Heaven an' Hell.
The steerin’ mither strang afit Noo shoos the bairnies but a bit; Noo cries them ben, their Sinday shüit To scart upon them, Or sweeties in their pouch to pit, Wi’ blessin’s on them.
Balderstone, when he chaunces to ride thro’ the town? Sae I hae a right to ken what like he is, as weel as ony body.” “I ken that brawly,” said Caleb, “for I hae heard his lordship say the cooper’s wife had the blackest ee in the barony; and I said, ‘Weel may that be, my lord, for it was her mither’s afore her, as I ken to my cost.’ Eh, Marion? Ha, ha, ha! Ah! these were merry days!” “Hout awa’, auld carle,” said the old dame, “to speak sic daffing to young folk.
But at last there came a schame Intil his wicked head, And he tuk a great big bag And to his mither said,-- "Now have the pot all bilin' Agin the time I come; We'll ate the small Rid Hin to-night, For shure I'll bring her home." And so away he wint Wid the bag upon his back, An' up the hill and through the woods Saftly he made his track.