Sturdy boat

Usage examples of dory.

The terrain from the cove on the shore of Bight where the dory sheltered was more a cliff than a slope.

I met a large party at his house the other day, and beheld dory and surmullet, champagne and lachryma Christi, amid all the glory of the Whitford plate .

Added to the blatting of the dory horns and the shocking boom-boom of shotguns, it made sound enough, in the three-walled confines of the tote road anyhow, to wake the dead.

And, with the dead fremden lying about her and their stupid railgun blown to pieces, Dory stood on top of the apartment building against the red photochemical smog of Titan as the Met forces subjugated the rest of Laketown.

Tempted by the sampietro, the fillet of John Dory with peppers, she finally settled on chicken and ordered pollo cacciatora with polenta, Max opting for tagliolini ai funghi to start followed by fegato di vitello.

Some nights later, just before moonrise, a dory containing three men passed under the bridge at the mouth of the Wartle and headed inland.

Dory Gustafson, busy draping a photoprint stand with a length of treated cloth, looked up long enough to call a greeting, but did not pause in her work.

Close with his words as a pinchfist doling coins, he trudged with his fellows to launch the dories.

Donfil had been sent to the workbench, just aft the tryworks, running the strong line between them that would set in the main-line and spare-line tubs in each of the dories.

Dory all of a sudden has enough dynamite piled around him to blow the lid off his marriage, his livelihood, his whole fucking life not to mention his diseased dogshit pecker.

Daru began gathering foodstuffs and watercasks to load into their dory below.

Leaphorn looked upstream, watching a small flotilla of rubber kayaks, rafts, and wooden dories pushing into the stream from the Sand Island launching site.

Torvald Nom. The sea was shallow, and more than once the dory ground up onto shoals, though fortunately these were of sand and so did little to damage the hull.

He stayed where he was to, a dozen dory lengths from I, and I could see there was a hole blowed into his back big enough to drop a puncheon into.

Anne, clinging to Gilbert Blythe's hand, scrambled down into the dory, where she sat, drabbled and furious, in the stern with her arms full of dripping shawl and wet crepe.