Crossword-Solution: SAWL
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| SAWL | anagram | AWLS, LAWS, SLAW |
We have 1 clue for the answer “SAWL”
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| Got pissed | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
The superficial contents of any figure; the surface included
within any given lines; superficial extent; as, the area of a square or
a triangle.
Hint 2 anagram
AAER
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with SAWL (5)
For that matter, they Bents be all puffed up, though they'm so poor as rats, an' wi'out 'nough religion to save the sawl of a new-born babe 'mongst the lot of 'em." Tom, with his mouth full of fish and potato pie, told the story of his victory, and the women made a big, hearty meal and listened.
You reckons if I gaws I'm lost." "My poor sawl, justice is justice; an' the Lard's all for justice an' no less.
Not but you've bin a good darter thus far, save for back-slidin' in the past; but I saved your sawl then, thanks be to the voice o' God in me, an' I saved your mother's sawl, though theer was tidy wraslin' for her; an' I'll save yourn yet if you'll do your paart." Here Gray Michael paused and turned homeward, while Joan congratulated herself upon the fact that a conversation which promised to be difficult had ended so speedily and without misfortune.
All Tregenzas was o' the Lard's harvest; an' should I, as feared God more'n any o' 'em, an' fought for the Lard of Hosts 'fore I was higher'n this table--should I--Michael Tregenza, breed a damned sawl? The thot's comed black an' terrible 'pon my mind 'fore to-day; an' I've put en away from me, judgin' 'twas the devil.
You be a kind, good sawl as judges nobody, ban't you? And you love me 'cause your sister was my mother?" "Surely, surely, Joan; an' I love you for yourself tu--nobody better in this world." "You wouldn' go for to send me to hell-fire, would 'e?" "God forbid, lass! Why, whatever be talkin' 'bout?" "Uncle Thomas, faither's not my faither no more now.