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Word: distinguish (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...over numerous piles of books on the different tables, often disturbing other men. In this way, much time is often lost. At five o'clock, when many men come in after books to take out for the night it often is so dark that it is almost impossible to distinguish books lying on the tables...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 1/18/1882 | See Source »

...Whatever else he is," she rejoined, "the Yale man is a gentleman, which is enough to distinguish him very clearly from certain members of certain other colleges;" and with this she flounced out of the room, returning in a moment to thrust her head through the door with, "I think you're just hateful. So! there! I'm glad you've got to go back to-morrow morning...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE YALE GIRL. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...myself down on the sofa again, and tried to think. I might as well have tried to fly. My brain was spinning about like a wheel, and I could distinguish nothing clearly. There was the dream, the vision, the actuality, whatever it was, of the night before; here was the fact of to-day, the bright sunlight, the undisturbed room, and - myself. Where was Stephen? That was the question that kept repeating itself over and over, the question for which I could find no answer. Only in my own consciousness remained any trace of the night before...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 5/6/1881 | See Source »

...mouse," as the poet says, - I remember his grandfather well. Then I gently opened the door and looked in: the room was dark, but I thought - I thought that Alfred's mouth was - yes, it certainly was - open, ever so little. I crept near the bed. I could distinguish a faint sound, like the soughing of the wind through the pines. And then - then the poet stirred uneasily; then did he start up, and fell me to the ground with a pillow; and, before I could make good my retreat, he had discovered my identity. I almost felt embarrassed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: REMINISCENCES OF TENNYSON. | 3/11/1881 | See Source »

...might distinguish, too, the voice of Mr. F-lds attempting to tell a little anecdote : "When I was in London, I breakfasted with Charles Dickens, and he said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE QUIZZICAL CLUB. | 2/11/1881 | See Source »

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