What is "enid"

Usage examples of "enid".

Blouse had bounced and wobbled back through the steam, Mrs Enid looked them all up and down, and then straight through.

Polly, taking advantage of the temporary absence of Mrs Enid, hurried in.

Seated facing him were Walter and Enid Wright, looking more washed out than yesterday, if that were possible, and a gray-suited woman in her forties with chin-length blond hair and red-framed glasses.

The attorney took the papers from Enid and examined them again, flipping back and forth several times between the first and third pages.

I remember Enid when she was young--very beautiful, and full of energy, but so domineering.

Enid took up a wide canvas tote and disappeared through the utility room, moving toward the backdoor.

It was a wrenching ordeal for both Bennett and Nest, and Old Bob even asked Enid to reconsider moving Bennett back until she was older.

Half angry, half lustful, Clay went to the bathroom door and opened it to find Enid douching herself.

He was still a college boy, member of an anonymous horde sought after by hostesses with daughters and no one else, while Enid was what Helen Ashley Barbour called a “young society matron,” occupied with going to parties and raising her child.

They were baggy enough, having been ordered to Caitlin's specification, to fit Dame Enid and Charles Fairburn, and even the Bishop wore one over his dog collar.

On one of her calls she'd got the SDP muddled up with the Labour Party and started plugging Dame Enid when she should have been pushing Lord Smith and Professor Graystock.

Either the changing of the scenes in his script to fit Enid had not taken him very long or else the photographing of this particular bit of action had proved sufficiently fascinating to draw him away from his work.

We have seven sleds already loaded with supplies for the small refuges south of here, so seven of us -- including Joncaster, Enid, and I—will drive them from here to the mountains.

Mistress Anan was out, it seemed -- she was always organizing soup kitchens for refugees or leaping into some other good work -- but Enid was waving a long wooden spoon at her scurrying helpers and ready to take his coin in her stout hand.

Once Dame Enid agreed, it was a piece of cake to recruit Professor Crispin Graystock, a rich left-wing English Literature don who had dry, unmanageable hair like Worzel Gummidge's dipped in soot, wild eyes and a wet formless face, and who longed to be a television star because he thought it would help sell his slim and unutterably dreary volumes of poetry.