Countenance, colloquially

Usage examples of puss.

Then, as in the tilting of a mirror, it shifted again to resemble a many-hoofed, amethystine crustacean coated in sores of oozing puss, out of which sprouted many black shiny eyes, which in turn were mounted on swaying, antennae-like projections.

Puss and I went over, I tried once again to reach Tush Bannon at his Boatel by phone.

But before Puss and I went over, I tried once again to reach Tush Bannon at his Boatel by phone.

The sly puss went out quickly enough, but I was as sharp as she, and trod on the tail of her dress so that she could not shut the door after her.

You know how some of them go a bit ucky - a yellow stone might look like a lump of solid puss or something.

I embraced her effusively, and the sly little puss, pretending to be surprised to see Marcoline, made her a profound bow, which was returned with much grace.

The sly puss answered with a smile that shewed she understood my meaning.

Now, that is speaking more plainly than perhaps Papa would like, but you are a sensible puss, Arabella, and I have no scruple in being open with you.

You have your career before you: I wish you very well, and in proof of this can only advise you not to saddle yourself with an extravagant and shatterbrained little puss for a wife!

The sheets are heavenly against her flesh, sweet numbness is spreading through her limbs, and although the sanction of nightfall is still a long way off, she feels herself drifting into sleep, only vaguely aware of a gentle commotion next to her in the bed which, only when she wakes next morning, she will discover to be Puss, by then nestled, in a state of perfect contentment, at her feet.

Miss Puss has told so many people she makes aprons for her missionary money that she believes it sure enough.

Puss, who was always up for any kind of mischief, had begun to imitate him, and Ouentin was hardpressed to restrain his laughter.

The sly puss went out quickly enough, but I was as sharp as she, and trod on the tail of her dress so that she could not shut the door after her.

It was a Puss Moth, a small sky-blue high-winged monoplane, powered by the versatile De Havilland four-cylinder aero engine.

Vicky Camberwell brought the Puss Moth out over the final crest of the pass, with a mere two hundred feet to spare, for the small overladen aircraft was fast approaching its ceiling.