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Word: winded (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...start, that I am afraid I was for a moment disgusted with the honest skipper. He went up to the hotel, and soon returned with a suspiciously large lunch for one person. We took the little fishing-sloop that lay bumping against the pier, and started forth. The wind had freshened, and the sea was pretty rough. The Rosa was just in sight, and we bore down upon it with all sail, - which was one sail. I was trembling with excitement, and I could see that even the grim old captain was not indifferent to the emotions of a pursuit...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A DREAM AND A REALITY. | 12/21/1880 | See Source »

...could see their faces, and they had recognized us. But Bertha did not wave her handkerchief; she was crouched down in the stern, and Carlin was sitting near, talking angrily, I judged, though I could not hear his voice for the wind. And then the memory of that dream came over me; I divined what was to come. I think I must have been crazy with terror, - I am sure the captain thought...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A DREAM AND A REALITY. | 12/21/1880 | See Source »

...running down of the press boat on that occasion (by the only man afloat who refused to obey the managers' regulations) failed to result in loss of life was little less than a miracle. Equally astonishing was the good luck of a year later, when the squall of wind forced the impatient fleet of sailboats to swoop down in the wake of the long-delayed crews, and when it seemed inevitable to those of us in the midst of it that death must also be swooping down in the darkness...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: NO MORE FRESHMEN AT NEW LONDON. | 12/21/1880 | See Source »

...long double balconies on three sides of the house, looking seaward. One evening Bertha and I had been sitting side by side upon the lower balcony rather later than usual; the majority of the guests were within doors. It was bright moonlight, and the sea, scarcely ruffled by the wind, lay like a mirror before us. I suppose I felt a little sentimental - naturally enough...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A DREAM AND A REALITY. | 12/10/1880 | See Source »

...wind is lulled to sleep...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE SPECTRE DEGREE. | 12/10/1880 | See Source »

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