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  • adjective Archaic spelling of gowned.


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  • So fine a trade did Reuben drive with his fat turkeys that he came home at ten with an empty wagon and full pocketbook, and told Hannah that she might have a new black silk "gownd," and Sally should have a red calico

    Ishmael In the Depths Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth 1859

  • Joanna's voice dragged ominously with patience -- "the same shade as your last night's gownd, which is the colour of the mould on jam?

    Joanna Godden Sheila Kaye-Smith 1921

  • September 12, 2009 at 5:47 am yu cud try puttin sum awn teh gownd fur teh skwuirls an mehbeh dat wud halp?

    Breaking News – - Lolcats 'n' Funny Pictures of Cats - I Can Has Cheezburger? 2009

  • “I know the wale,” replies Jo, staring, “and the bonnet, and the gownd.”

    Bleak House 2007

  • I recklect there was at our school, in Smithfield, a chap of this milksop, spoony sort, who appeared among the romping, ragged fellers in a fine flanning dressing-gownd, that his mama had given him.

    The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush 2006

  • She wore a dismal old black gownd, which had grown too short for her, and too tight; but it only served to show her pretty angles and feet, and bewchus figger.

    The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush 2006

  • Above all, why, why did I see the woman upon whom my wretched heart is fixed for ever, and who carries away my soul with her — prostrate, I say, prostrate, through the mud at the skirts of her gownd!

    The Wolves and the Lamb 2006

  • You are the boy, and your barnetcy is the dressing-gownd.

    The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush 2006

  • Many batchylers, who have nothink to do with lor, have here their loginx; and many sham barrysters, who never put on a wig and gownd twise in their lives, kip apartments in the Temple, instead of Bon

    The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush 2006

  • Grasefly rising from my arm-chare, I took my hand from my dressing-gownd, and, flinging it open, stuck up on the chair one of the neatest legs ever seen.

    The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush 2006


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