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Purves is a surname of British origin, which is a variant of Purvis. It is an occupational surname, meaning the person responsible for obtaining supplies for a household or monastery, derived from the Middle English purveys (meaning "provisions" or "supplies"), from the Old French porveoir ("to provide, supply"). The name may refer to:
- Andrew Purves (born 1946), British theologian
- Arthur Purves Phayre (1812–1885), British general
- Austin M. Purves, Jr. (1900–1977), American artist
- Barry Purves (born 1955), British animator and filmmaker
- Cec Purves (born 1933), Canadian politician
- Christopher Purves (born 1961), British singer
- Dale Purves (born 1938), American neurobiologist
- Daphne Purves (1908–2008), New Zealand educator
- Della Purves (1945–2008), British botanical artist
- Herbert Dudley Purves (1908–1993), New Zealand scientist
- James Purves (disambiguation), several notable people
- Jodie Purves (born 1984), Australian cricketer
- John Purves (born 1968), Canadian ice hockey player
- Libby Purves (born 1950), British journalist
- Peter Purves (born 1939), British television presenter
- Peter Purves Smith (1912–1949), Australian painter
- Ted Purves (born 1964), American artist
- William Purves (banker) (born 1931), British banker
Purves may refer to:
- Purves, Texas, an unincorporated community in Erath County, Texas, United States
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Purves (surname), a surname of Scottish origin
- A number of people with the surname Purves
Usage examples of "purves".
Little Gem, a comparatively small copper mine in Colorado, a mile and a half down and some six miles in, Top Miner Grant Purves half-lay-half-crouched behind a two-hundred-fifty-pound Sullivan Slugger air-drill operating under one hundred seventy five pounds per square inch of compressed air.
Eight Annalee Purves had mail-ordered some bed sheets from Spiegel in Chicago, and so every now and then she would go to a front window of the farmhouse and look down the long dusty slope of the narrow driveway and see the red flag still up on the mailbox and wonder how late this Wednesday delivery would be.
Down in Georgia, at the Purves farm, the rain had tapered off and stopped before midnight.
But now there have been these two odd episodes, once with Annalee Purves, once back by the creek when I was thinking of Annalee, that image of a curtain opening quickly and closing again, giving me a glimpse of something I cannot describe a holy light, a revelation that would make me into the person I thought I once could become a promise of childhood coming true.
This time there was a seventeen-minute hiatus between the high-speed passage of the pretty little Purves girl and the slow descent of Deets.
JaneAnn had nearly worn holes in the Purves and Purves rugs with her enthusiastic Hoovering, and almost shone away the protective laminate from the polished concrete floors.