Immorality in God?

Usage examples of wrongdoing.

High Lords, up in Kehnooryos Atheenahs, can put a Confederation nobleman to the torture without ironbound proof of wrongdoing.

Most entries were traced through a password to a former building department clerk, Pablo Prieto, who denies any wrongdoing.

But as a practical matter, allegations of wrongdoing are given more weight than denials of wrongdoing.

And in some places, when wrongdoing is uncovered, indictments are drawn, trials are held and an actual attempt is made to punish the crooks.

Matthew ran away to avoid being arrested for wrongdoings at the clinic.

And she had never for a moment believed that Matthew was responsible for any wrongdoings at the clinic.

I do so swear, Contessa, in the presence of Asherat-of-the-Sea, that I absolve of wrongdoing in the eyes of La Serenissima all who aided you in thwarting this treachery.

Lily was trying to find some evidence of wrongdoing, of guilt or malevolence, but General Ranier was swamping her with concern.

Said the court: "We emphasize that these encounters are random, not generated by any articulable suspicion of wrongdoing, not by a drug courier profile, nor by a fear of the officer's safety.

The Welsh Politburo, alerted to the wrongdoings on their doorstep, had given Victor, Finisterre and a member of the Brontë Federation a safe conduct to the mouldering Penderyn Hotel, where they now stood with Bowden, Mycroft and an increasingly nervous Jack Schitt.

But she had given Targovi her promise, Targovi her brotherling, the son of Dragoika who had been like a mother to her after Maria her blood-mother died—and if he found no evidence of wrongdoing, what harm would she have done?

For it is the wrongdoing of the opposing party which compels the wise man to wage just wars.

It was beyond their control, and as their unhappy father began to suffer the normal ills of old age, exacerbated by worry and nervous hysteria, John and Drewry were unable to endure the memory of their wrongdoing.

The Welsh Politburo, alerted to the wrongdoings on their doorstep, had given Victor, Finisterre and a member of the Bronte Federation a safe conduct to the mouldering Penderyn Hotel, where they now stood with Bowden, Mycroft and an increasingly nervous Jack Schitt.

I had come gradually to feel that this new world, at least, had attained the golden age of security, and that fear, hate, and wrongdoing had long since passed away, or had never been born.