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Usage examples of stacked.

Granny Aching died, the men had cut and lifted the turf around the hut and stacked it neatly some way away.

A clothes airer stacked with damp washing, a pram and a bed were crammed up against a cot from which he swiftly averted his attention.

Almost choking, Ben wrenched himself free, and as he staggered back against the partition on which the tin stuff was stacked Alee flung up the counter flap and was on him again.

The molds and deckles are neatly stacked, coils of armature wire sit untouched by the table.

The bottom of the basket bumped, then acted as a break as the balloon, pulled by the slight breeze, rushed on up the slope, so of course the basket tipped on to its side and we were dragged for many bone-shaking yards while the actual ground came nearer and nearer our heads until finally the basket was grounded on its beam ends and we were all stacked as if in pigeonholes above it.

For the first time in three years neat tubes of aureomycin ointment for udder sores were neatly stacked in the old space on the shelf.

These they took to Botts, who made a pile of stones and stacked the turf clumsily on wooden frames cut by Harry.

The audience would not only be full of celebs but also stacked to the rafters with casting agents, national theatre directors, top fringe theatre directors, journalists and critics.

While Grace stacked the dishwasher, Cig built a fire in the big living room fireplace.

Miss Holly was hovering in the background supervising the departure, clucking with admiration at the spotless kitchen, thanking them for the gifts of food covered with cling film and neatly stacked in the hotel refrigerator.

Stacked in coffinless indignity in the hold by their pitiful shipmates?

It starts out as a pallet of stacked cowhides cut so clean off the animals that they look like they could be put back on like snug jackets.

Less than ten yards from where I stood, a wide, flat spur of tawny rock extended out from the Mogado side of the bank some twenty-five feet over the river, and upon it, slithering atop one another, stacked almost to the height of a man, were dozens of crocs, perhaps more than a hundred.

Behind the grimy, soot-darkened facades of their houses were sumptuous palaces of fragrant cypress and cryptomeria wood, and white-plastered storehouses stacked to the rafters with chests of silks and lacquer ware and porcelain.

The gunslinger caught it, tossed it to Cullum, then went to the fireplace and dropped the last shred of his cigarette onto the little pile of logs stacked on the grate.