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Usage examples of meek.

To the surprise of even two such veteran flyers as John Ross and Tom Meeks, the airplane had gone less than fifty yards when she began to rise as gracefully as a swallow in response to her up-turned ailerons and elevators.

They were roped together with a string, they had mimic alpenstocks and ice-axes, and were climbing a meek and lowly manure-pile with a most blood-curdling amount of care and caution.

In the center of the front page there was a rather large group shot of the new regimeMargaret, Hardy, Baggy Suggs, me, our photographer, Wiley Meek, Davey Bigmouth Bass, and Melanie Dogan, a high school student and part-time employee.

Compared to the stormy Baptist, he had seemed the gentle Rabbi, the soft-spoken Teacher, generally meek in temperament, and not given to such violent emotion as now apparently raged within.

Dutch so that Mijnheer Beek pulled her up on every sentence she uttered, listening to her strangely meek apologies with disbelieving snorts.

Here, too, among the thralls and bondmen, sat Bibbs Sheridan, a meek Banquo, wondering how anybody could look at him and eat.

But the cimbalom was no meek and modest dulcimer, to be overwhelmed by the rest of the band.

If to be associated with Dazy Perrit in anything whatever was a doubtful pleasure, to be yanked in between him and Thumbs Meeker was enough to start ulcers.

I fancied myself in the midst of a seraglio, and I amused myself by watching their meek and modest looks as they did their work under the direction of the foreman.

Zeek the Meek and Super Duper, characters Hannah had made up in stories for Josh when he was a toddler.

Dustmen who fail to collect garbage can arouse deep passions, and dustmen who leave nasty green notes to explain why the rubbish is not being collected can drive the meekest to open hatred.

Isabel was meek, and her pride was concealed by the outward softness and feminacy of her temper: but she stole away from those who had wounded her heart or trampled upon its feelings, and nourished with secret but passionate tears the memory of the harshness or injustice she had endured.

There were pissed-off phone calls between the Turks and the CIA and Figgy Meeks right in the middle of it.

And I carried myself meek and mild every time the court met, with my hair combed smooth, and my dress as clean and fitten as I could get it.

Hartshorn and Meek and Sloan left at the house, forbye the Squire and his leddy.