Good shot in quoits

Usage examples of ringer.

Felicia took note of the fashionably low neckline, and her hand crept up to ringer the delicate aerophane crepe that fashioned the upper portion of her bodice, then formed a ruff at her neck.

Reglia drove on, accepting the punishment in exchange for getting his ringers into that all-important ooglith cloaker release point.

Uncle Vernon furiously, but Dumbledore raised his ringer for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

But on both sides, Boba Fett would have his ringers and stoolies, feeding him useful information and helping to drive even more wedges of suspicion and greed between one bounty hunter and the next.

Which is an odd thing to call a world but the Ringers who settled worlds like that, worlds away and away from the empires and the commanderies and the commensalities, away away from the traderoads and the sweeplines, those Flingers were without doubt the oddest folk a sun ever shone on.

Then Hiram threw old Mux and Ringer and Curley, but he let Queen alone.

I suggest we settle this at Quoits, Sir, Megs at forty Feet, Ringers only.

Not a purring twenty-first-century American slimline, but an old-style, Brit double ringer the phone clanged like Big Ben on my nightstand.

The ringer of sun that had reached out across the eastern turret had sopped up the dew drops that had marked its way.

Lo Manto had been involved in enough force-of-arms situations to know it was often best to stay silent, answer only in short sentences, and play the room as ignorant as a bell ringer.

Not only why protection was necessary, but why an unringed ringer should risk everything to get at the head of General Gyro?

She was behind me, drinking white wine, gossiping with Miles, the photo editor, a gaunt, stubble-chinned Englishman whose ringers were stained with nicotine.

He dipped his ringers into a wooden tub and began slathering his face with butterfat, which was what we used for makeup remover in those days.

I switch off the ringer on my phone, turn off my reading lamp, and roll onto my stomach.

Suppose they kidnapped or killed the real Bigelow and substituted the dead ringer.