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Usage examples of dud.

It was bitter cold last night, sir, and I wished to put my prat in ken or libbege with new duds.

I was forced to hide them way back in the chifforobe while I unpacked my few worn duds and got myself ready to face my sister and Muddie again.

But as he was saddling the paint, the tall drink of water in gray charro duds whom Longarm had already been introduced to as the segundo, or foreman of the spread, caught up with the slightly taller deputy to tell him he was wanted over at the casa grande.

Tame anarchists, a dreary crew, Squib Socialists too damp to sosh, Fake Hobohemians steeped in suds, Glib females in Artistic Duds With Captive Husbands cowed and gauche.

So when his mother visits him in the Metaverse, looking tan and happy in her golfing duds, Hiro views that as his personal fortune.

SECRET OF SILVER SPRINGS It was an hour after sunup when Dud Shafter rode the roan gelding up to the water hole at Pistol Rock.

Navarro touched his lips with his tongue, and Dud Shafter shifted his weight to face the opening into the basin.

Dud Shafter and the Negro, who had said his name was Benzie, followed.

Dud Shafter stared after him, and Benzie swallowed, his eyes wide and white.

He considered the Milk Duds recorder quite a cool hack, and he thought that the codez themselves might be an entree to the clannish hackers and crackers, who scorned dilettantes and warez kidz, but who were always looking for ways to steal phone calls.

The acidhead tried to use his eyes like electrical x-rays to see those Madonna milk duds beneath her angel shirt.

All these people who sell us information are like that They categorize it, and husband it, and let it go only grudgingly, as a philatelist disposes of bits of his collection, and tries to get rid of the dud stamps first.

And I can sit in front of the cinevision every night and watch blinkies like you tell each other what to do about duds like us.

He threw on his duds, that is, he had Mother Truczinski brush his blue bell-bottom trousers with cold coffee, squeezed into his sport shoes, poured himself into his jacket with the anchor buttons, sprinkled the white silk scarf from the Free Port with cologne which had also ripened on the duty-free dungheap of the Free Port, and soon stood there ready to go, stiff and square in his blue visor cap.

There was no need to go into why the personal duds of even a dead hidalgo might give some vaqueros lofty opinions of their position on the spread.