Definitions

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • Ecstasies; hysterics.

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Examples

  • Rintherout, has taen the exies, and done naething but laugh and greet, the skirl at the tail o 'the guffaw, for twa days successfully --- and now we maun ask that strange man, that's as grand and as grave as the Yerl himsell, to stand at the sideboard! and I canna gang into the kitchen to direct onything, for he's hovering there, making some pousowdie for my Lord, for he

    The Antiquary

  • Rintherout, has taen the exies, and done naething but laugh and greet, the skirl at the tail o 'the guffaw, for twa days successfully -- and now we maun ask that strange man, that's as grand and as grave as the Yerl himsell, to stand at the sideboard! and I canna gang into the kitchen to direct onything, for he's hovering there, making some pousowdie* for my

    The Antiquary — Volume 02

  • Owing to this I had some of my flutterings, my trembling exies, as the old people called the ague.

    The Journal of Sir Walter Scott From the Original Manuscript at Abbotsford

  • Monday, Jan. 4, 2010, after spending the holidays in Hawaii. moring walking exies weite running. moring walking exies weite running. moring walking exies weite running. moring walking exies weite running.

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  • One member plays exies no erasies with the podium, while her colleagues try to make the chamber into the Democratic Club playhouse (no Republican cooties allowed!).

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  • “Weel, my lords, ye ken the fray at the hunting this morning — I shall not get out of the trembling exies until I have a sound night’s sleep — just after that, they bring ye in a pretty page that had been found in the Park.

    The Fortunes of Nigel

  • "Weel, my lords, ye ken the fray at the hunting this morning -- I shall not get out of the trembling exies until I have a sound night's sleep -

    The Fortunes of Nigel

  • Mucklebackits — we canna get a fin o’ fish — and we hae nae time to send ower to Fairport for beef, and the mutton’s but new killed — and that silly fliskmahoy, Jenny Rintherout, has taen the exies, and done naething but laugh and greet, the skirl at the tail

    The Antiquary

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