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Usage examples of rudd.

In the long arcade adjoining the Chateau Neuf, Queen Catherine watched with her ladies, Margaret Lennox among them, and the pages glinted like rudd in between.

Ramage felt he was in no hurry to get to the flagship: he was tired of the Admiral Rudds of this world, devious men who never said what they really thought, and who never thought fairly in any case.

Horace, and scholars such as Fraenkel and Rudd who seek to account for the structures of the first three diatribes must explain the disjunction between shifts in apparent subject and shifts in tone.

Rudd told my friend Alderney Wyvern -um, do you know who I mean by Alderney Wyvern?

Parker and Clinger got out of the Renault while Kifka and Rudd were shoving the boards back up into the truck.

He and Shelly sitting around waiting for Feccio or Clinger or Rudd to phone in with something for them to do.

If the law was on watch inside those apartments, then they now must have Clinger and Rudd.

There were computerised programs and printers to be had, but the old technology worked perfectly, as it had for a hundred years, and he couldn't afford to scrap the old and to install the new, which often went wrong anyway, and one couldn't guard against maniacs like Usher Rudd.

And Miss Gregg's husband, Mr Rudd, got Heather a kind of cocktail, a dickery or something like that.

At first, Rudd intended to turn around and sell the gun, but then he found out it was a collector's item so he decided to keep it.

The Rudd family have a string of repair garages, for anything from bicycles to combine harvesters, but fixing cars isn't to young Bobby's taste.

Doran Rudd had fixed up a secretary of state, a President, the biggest evangelist in America who drew millions of be­lievers to the Holy Tabernacle and was the horniest big-cocked son of a bitch in the world, so Doran said.

Usher Rudd, my father cheerfully said, was now telephotolens-stalking a promiscuous front-bencher of the Opposition.

Usher Rudd, still active with his telephoto-lens and his mean spirit, had hit a dry patch in his relentless pursuit of the unfortunate Opposition front-bencher, whose progress from bimbo to spanked bimbo (with the odd choir-boy for variety) had either temporarily ceased or he had gone into hiding.

For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of-lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles, in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman's bill.