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Usage examples of stray.

Save the village apothecary in antigropelos, and a stray horse-dealer or pad groom, there was hardly a soul near.

In my view, Kaspar was, to put it mildly, an ambulatory automatist, who had strayed away, like the Rev.

We of the City of Oolb take our fashions from them of the City of Shagpat, and it is but yesterday that I bastinadoed a barber that strayed among us.

His musings even now strayed, as if beguiled, to alluring recollections of her sliding naked across his bed in her eagerness to make room for him.

Pallah and the stray Min who were sprinkled about, salt to season the blander Nemin.

Teldin was beginning to suspect that the brusk first mate had a soft spot for strays.

Nor knew I anything against John Magor beyond some stray wildness natural to youth.

Lo Manto always felt it was best to resist the temptation, that to stray too close, even to such an alluring flame, would only lead to a bad burn.

She could not keep her mind on it for she had to rise often to head off outrunners of flame that strayed across the stubble of the field.

Klyucharyov, hero of several previous works, is found struggling for survival in a city divided between an underground realm of safety and plenty and an overground wilderness in which human society has virtually ceased to function: the lights have gone out, stray, frightened figures scamper between dark buildings, rape and robbery take place unremarked, and the dead are left unburied.

The nasal-toned Warren Pease, whose left eye had the unfortunate affliction of straying to the side when he was excited, pecked his head forward like a violated chicken.

GLAAD began issuing bulletins and alerts almost daily, seeking to steer the direction of media coverage and encourage journalists not to stray too far from the approved line that the scandal was indeed about pedophilia, and that it had come about because of the see-no-evil policies of that despised enemy of gay rights, the Catholic Church.

She straightened her gray blouse, petulantly brushed a stray strand of raven-black hair, then started toward the king.

She hurried to the dressing table, picked up the hairbrush and swept a few stray twigs of hair back into place, pressed her lips together in order to make them pinker, and straightened the silk gown across her shoulders.

Her own heart had not strayed that way because she thought but little of herself, knowing herself to be portionless, and believing from long thought on the subject that it was not her destiny to the wife of any man.