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vb. (present participle of turn over English)
Usage examples of "turning over".
Purbright watched the sun-burned poll of the little Scotsman as he short-sightedly peered and probed, turning over folds of skin, exploring bone structure and tracing with delicate fingers the lip of the great wound in the side of the neck.
He squatted by the wreckage as he thought that through, turning over broken pieces.
Through the window she saw Cecil himself, turning over the pages of a novel.
We have only to keep a sufficiently strong repulsion on the dome to prevent our turning over, and to see that our speed is not great enough to heat the car.
Meantime his fare, if we may call him such, seeing he was to pay nothing, whom the relief of being carried had made less and less inclined to carry himself, had been turning over things in his mind, and, as they passed the Mint, called to Diamond, who stopped the horse, got down and went to the window.
It's the three soaked biscuits ye eat for supper turning over inside of ye--nothing else.
It's the three soaked biscuits ye eat for supper turning over inside of ye—.
I am more given to turning over the profane than the devotional, so long as they are books of honest entertainment that charm by their style and attract and interest by the invention they display, though of these there are very few in Spain.
I had been turning over an idea in my head, and I felt that the moment had now come to broach it.
Within hours, Saddam had backed down completely, and had committed to resolving all outstanding issues raised by the inspectors, to giving them unfettered access to all sites without any interference, to turning over all relevant documents, and to accepting all UN resolutions on weapons of mass destruction.
You have a reputation for stumbling around turning over rocks and getting away with it.
In the train she had been too agitated, too preoccupied with what might next await her, to give her thoughts to anything but the turning over of dread alternatives.
Even now, if, in turning over old papers, his hand lit on her letters, the touch filled him with inarticulate misery.
I searched the cave, turning over every stone of any size, but discovered nothing I could imagine capable of injuring me.
Dejected beyond measure did Don Quixote pursue his journey, turning over in his mind the cruel trick the enchanters had played him in changing his lady Dulcinea into the vile shape of the village lass, nor could he think of any way of restoring her to her original form.