Crossword-Solution: SCRABBLING
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Scrabbling | p. pr. & vb. n. | of Scrabble |
We have 1 clue for the answer “SCRABBLING”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Desperately trying to get a handhold | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
Godlike; heavenly; excellent in the highest degree;
supremely admirable; apparently above what is human. In this
application, the word admits of comparison; as, the divinest mind. Sir
J. Davies.
Hint 2 anagram
DNIIVE
Hint 3 another clue
"Delicious!"
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Sentences with SCRABBLING (5)
But he had to have it; Tom said he’d _got_ to; there warn’t no case of a state prisoner not scrabbling his inscription to leave behind, and his coat of arms.
Then there was a patter of feet on the tiles, followed by a scrabbling noise and a whispered “Damn!” And suddenly Ivor’s head and shoulders appeared above the parapet.
Someone reeled staggering across the room, came a-scrabbling at the open casement and, as I leapt up, the door burst open and Joel Bym appeared flourishing a naked hanger and with Godby behind bearing a lanthorn, whose flickering light showed Adam, knife in hand, where he leaned panting against the wall, a smear of blood across his pallid face and with shirt and doublet torn in horrid fashion.
They all fly to the big doors, and vanish into the moonlight, pulling the door nearly to again after them.] [There is the sound of scrabbling at the hitch of the side door, and STRANGWAY comes into the nearly dark barn.
She would have gone in the early scrabbling days for much less than an earl, and been vain of it, and glad to show off before the remains of the Scotch kin.
Quotes with SCRABBLING (3)
Lucky people will focus on what’s in front of them rather than scrabbling about for what they’re searching for.
The whites were right to be afraid. One day the system would collapse in blood. An insurrection of one. She smiled for a moment, before the facts of her latest cell reasserted themselves. Scrabbling in the walls like a rat. Whether in the fields or underground or in an attic room America remained her warden.
Well I can tell you now that married life is not a plateau, not at all. There are ravines and great jagged peaks and hidden crevasses that send the both of you scrabbling into darkness. Then there are dull, parched stretches that you feel will never end, and much of the journey is in fraught silence, and sometimes you can't see the other person at all, sometimes they drift off very far away from you, quite out of sight, and the journey is hard. It is just very, very, very hard.