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  • verb Present participle of wot.


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  • Her sisterhood69 came to her and asked what ailed her, and she told them that her feather-suit was missing; wherefore they wept and shrieked and buffeted their faces: and they were confounded, wotting not the cause of this, and knew not what to do.

    The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night

  • Damascus, whilst he sat, perplexed and wotting not what to do, till the sun scorched him and it irked him to abide there.

    The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night

  • Regin — “Afar thou faredst when I wrought this deed and tried this sharp sword with the hand and the might of me; with all the might and main of a dragon must I strive, while thou wert laid alow in the heather-bush, wotting not if it were earth or heaven.”

    The Story of the Volsungs

  • When he awoke, he saw a something gleaming afar off as it were lightning and filling the firmament with its flashings; and he wondered what this sheen could be without wotting that it was the Castle he sought.

    The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night

  • Millions of the Great Redoubt; so that all might be aware; and know that no foolishness was done without their wotting.

    The Night Land

  • Pyramid; yet we could no more than hope that the Evil Forces had no wotting of them; for, in verity, none might ever know the knowledge or the Ignorance which those Powers did possess.

    The Night Land

  • Silent Ones Walk, there came at times a far faint thrilling of the æther; so that sometimes I was aware that there was the beating of the Master – Word in the night; but so strange and weak, that the Instruments had no wotting of it.

    The Night Land

  • Dark; and did have no wotting but that I went unto some dire and dreadful place; for, surely, I had gone for ever downward a monstrous way.

    The Night Land

  • For the girl who spoke to me through the night made some wonder that my voice were not deeper; yet in quiet fashion, and as one who says a thing, scarce wotting what they say.

    The Night Land

  • And it was as that our sense and our Spirits did assure us that the thing had no wotting of us; but surely our fears did nigh to equal the comfort of this sweet reason, and to make us think otherwise

    The Night Land


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