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Scotch-___ (brand of scouring pad)
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brite
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Word definitions for brite in dictionaries
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
variant of bright (adj.). It figures in English phonetic spelling reform from at least the late 19c.; as an advertiser's word it dates from at least 1905 ("Star-brite Metal Polish," made by the Star-Brite Company of Lancaster, Pa., U.S.).
Usage examples of brite.
Brite, Steve Perry, Barbara Hambly, and Richard Lupoff, as well as the anthologists themselves.
George Britten stood on the ground below the platform, shielding his eyes as he scanned the sky.
For the briefest moment General George Britten wondered how much he himself had changed.
General Britten thought that if he could take these people and weave their hopes into one voice, then he could convince anyone, and the United States Congress in particular, that the American people were as ready for war as they had ever been.
General Britten had predicted, cleared to reveal a burning orange-white sun, and the desert dust changed color before his eyes.
But to General George Britten his uniform symbolized his purpose in the world and defined his life in some crucial way that even he did not understand.
What neither the young lieutenant nor General Britten could accomplish, the pilots, in a display of sheer technical skill, had done.
If only, Jill Britten thought, someone had exposed them to a fragment of history.
The Director was worried, and Alex expected a grilling on the subject from Burt Britten at lunch.
Burt Britten noticed as he crossed the south portals onto the House floor was that Tommy Langston had nodded off at his desk again.
There were four men in the photo, with General Britten third from the left.
Wells, frantic, desperate, had heard that Roland Britten, although young, had done other salvage jobs.
When the children appeared, at an hour when they were allowed to make a last use of the climbing frame in the play area, when the tired mothers wheeled their babies home after collecting them from the childminder, I would get up, put away my book, and cross the garden to the flat in Britten Street, let myself in with my key, and wait for Edmund, who would join me shortly after five.
Both Digby and I were preoccupied and did not converse much, yet there was a kind of harmony in our silence, and I had felt the faintest inkling of a distaste for Britten Street and a recognition that honourable behaviour does impress one and convince one of its validity.
What intimacy we shared was rigorously controlled, confined to the flat in Britten Street, and never referred to in a wider context.