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- v. to survive, get by with, or use whatever is available (due to lack of resources)
- v. to put into action
- v. To use for one's purpose something worn, defective, or intended for another purpose.
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- v. come to terms with
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They were forced to make do with kettle-warmed baths; Art didn't want to be gouged by emergency plumbing rates.
Gone to make do and mend, thinks I - and since H didn't have a red cent to requite her, it struck me as a capital time to resume my scattered togs and make tracks for the ministry.
Some children had never even seen it, and had to make do with their elders 'reminiscences: "The buzzards swooped down on Sir Francis Weston"; "More made a joke about his beard, begging the headsman not to cut it, for it had done no treason"; "Henry Howard had an unusual amount of blood in him; it kept flowing for ten minutes, and ruined the headsman's shoes."
My current solution is to just make do with some less-than-perfect-looking window frames for a few more years and to install far less expensive insulating curtains instead.
Subconsciously he was still longing for Johann Smidt to stand behind him and tell him what to do, but apparently this private had been left to make do on his own.
So, shortly after Monroe died, he and his wife had taken off unannounced and headed over the mountains to cross the lines into territory held by the Federals, leaving Ada to make do on her own.
If confronted with the evidence for Jesus having been just one in a long line of ‘dying-and-rising-god’ traditions, the clergy tend to take refuge in the unsatisfactory concept that the pagans of old somehow dimly perceived that one day there would be a real saviour god, but had to make do with a grotesque parody of the Christianity that was to come.
Survivors of the Big Death had to make do with leftovers.
Of course, Kelly had been able to enjoy all the comforts of home last night, whereas Nora had had to make do with a depressing motel room and the spurious sympathy of a bottle of eighty-per-cent-proof vodka.
At six and five years of age, my mother and her brother Sima were old enough to ignore their growling stomachs and make do with nothing but a piece of black bread and a cube of sugar, but three-year-old Yuva, my uncle who would die during the first minutes of the blitzkrieg in 1941, clenched his fists and bawled from hunger.