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touchwood

[ UK /tˈʌt‍ʃwʊd/ ]
NOUN
  1. material for starting a fire

How To Use touchwood In A Sentence

  • “Troth, I’ll pledge naebody the night, Maister Touchwood; for, what wi’ the upcast and terror that I got a wee while syne, and what wi’ the bit taste that I behoved to take of the plottie while I was making it, my head is sair eneugh distressed the night already. — Saint Ronan's Well
  • He turned half round, and beside him stood our honest friend Touchwood, his throat muffled in his large Indian handkerchief, huge gouty shoes thrust upon his feet, his bobwig well powdered, and the gold-headed cane in his hand, carried upright as a sergeant's halberd. St. Ronan's Well
  • He turned half round, and beside him stood our honest friend Touchwood, his throat muffled in his large Indian handkerchief, huge gouty shoes thrust upon his feet, his bobwig well powdered, and the gold-headed cane in his hand, carried upright as a sergeant’s halberd. Saint Ronan's Well
  • Touchwood sees the illegitimate child he has fathered as ‘a half a yard of flesh’ and, relieved to be rid of it with just a small financial outlay, he remarks ‘and would I were rid of all the wares in the shop so’.
  • Touchwood had scarcely extricated himself from this impediment, and again commenced his researches after the clergyman, when his course was once more interrupted by a sort of pressgang, headed by Sir Bingo Binks, who, in order to play his character of a drunken boatswain to the life, seemed certainly drunk enough, however little of a seaman. Saint Ronan's Well
  • “Ay, or in the case of a man having made the country too hot for him under his own proper appellative,” said Mr. Touchwood. Saint Ronan's Well
  • “Never tell me of your points of honour,” said Touchwood, raising his voice altogether above the general tone of polite conversation — “all humbug, Captain MacTurk — mere hair-traps to springe woodcocks — men of sense break through them.” Saint Ronan's Well
  • Troth, I'll pledge naebody the night, Maister Touchwood; for, what wi 'the upcast and terror that I got a wee while syne, and what wi' the bit taste that I behoved to take of the plottie while I was making it, my head is sair eneugh distressed the night already. St. Ronan's Well
  • In Act Two the barren Lady Kix, lamenting her childless and unfruitful state, is overhead by Touchwood Senior.
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