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- verb Simple past tense and past participle of
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And wyted him deal of their woes; nor then might he 1150
'I did wyte then!' she cried 'I wyted till near eight before I got your old telegraph!
Victorian Short Stories of Troubled Marriages Rudyard Kipling 1900
` ` That's the Reiver's mother, '' said one of the Elliots; ` ` she's ten times waur than himself, and is wyted for muckle of the ill he does about the country. ''
The Black Dwarf 1898
First I had to herd the sheep and take them to the best grass, and whiles they strayed and were wearisome to me, and I came home with divers missing, and then would I be wyted or even whipped for what was no fault of mine.
The Sundering Flood William Morris 1865
"That's the Reiver's mother," said one of the Elliots; "she's ten times waur than himsell, and is wyted for muckle of the ill he does about the country."
The Black Dwarf Walter Scott 1801
Man it is difent he his throughin in to the varitey of Business & for gets for the time that they are Such a thing as love, or that he has a loving wife at home wayting anxiously for him to come & when he dos come he has no tender word of affection for the one who has wyted So pacately for him were She Expected to See a smile She Sees a frown he comes in takes of his hat Sets down & is Silent has no word of greeting for his wife what is the feelings of that wife no one has any Idea but those who has Experienced Such treetment. bouth husband & wife should Strive to make the home circle bright & Cheerful & it depends in a greate measure apon the wife to make it so.
Augusta County: David H. Evans to Mary Anna Sibert, September 15, 1868 David H. Evans 1868
“That’s the Reiver’s mother,” said one of the Elliots; “she’s ten times waur than himsell, and is wyted for muckle of the ill he does about the country.”
The Black Dwarf 2004
"S'y, we never wyted to hear no more, but hyked awye hot foot.
A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories of the New and Old West Frank Norris 1886
Ere she could explain, "Hold your tongue, girl," said Catherine; "Muriel bade him sat down, and I knew not that, and wyted on him; and he was going and leaving his malison on us, root and branch.
The Cloister and the Hearth Charles Reade 1849