Assure, as a pennant

Usage examples of clinch.

But aside from the vast cost and the point - assuming a portal would be heading in the other direction before too long - that it would be a waste of time and effort which would bring reconnection no quicker, there was one clinching argument that would apply until either no signal arrived from Zenerre or word came of an utter breakdown in civil society: in the Mercatoria only Engineers were allowed to make and emplace wormholes.

We would stand up and whale away with both fists, and then clinch and roll around the floor, biting and gouging and slugging, and onst we rolled clean over Uncle Esau and kind of flattened him out like a pancake.

His punches landed on my arms and my gloves, he had come at me so quickly that he was able to keep me in my corner and I was forced to pull him into a clinch.

He won twenty games, including the game that clinched the pennant and a shutout in Game Three of the Series.

Perhaps if I picked up a tiny green feather that must have come from Pretty Poll, and on the table close to the case that holds the spoons, it might clinch matters.

The Clinches were passing through the nanny choke-point of autumn: several new ones would be starting over the next couple of weeks.

Also, in the clinches King rested his weight on his opponent, and was loath to let go.

But to clinch victory you must persuade the grandees of this realm, and in that I think you will fail.

Like the argumentative eloquence of the Eighth Harry, they are never effectual until the halberdiers clinch their rivets forcibly.

Ef, ez I suspect, the leader is an airy young feller from Frisco, who hez took to the road lately, Clinch hez got a personal grudge agin him from a quarrel over draw poker.

O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was.

And growing inarticulate with passion, he stood before her clinching and unclinching his great hand, and his lips trembling.

The Battler fell into a clinch, but the Cyclone broke away and, measuring his distance, picked up a haymaker from the floor and put it over.

If he still needed it, he had the clinching confirmation that the story which had sounded so preposterous was true that after all Madeline Gray was not just a silly sensation-hunter and celebrity-nuisance, but that the invention of Calvin Gray might indeed be one of those rare fuses from which could explode a fiesta of fun and games of the real original vintage that he loved.

Joe staggered, ducked, clinched, backpedalled until Hilario called time again.