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  • v. Present participle of uncord.


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  • “Oh yes, they never fail,” she answered, looking steadfastly on her box, which she was diligently uncording.

    Uncle Silas

  • It is Petronius, the unprincipled scoundrel, who is uncording a bed, dragging remorselessly through innumerable holes the long rope whose doleful wail came near giving me an epilepsy.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862

  • And Adrian Landale with some amusement watched the Frenchman rise from the package he was then uncording to examine the platters on the table and loudly sniff his disdain.

    The Light of Scarthey

  • Then Percy was conscious of some one uncording the mouth of the sack and uncovering his head.

    A Dog with a Bad Name

  • The uncording of the latter intensified the expectation of the Eskimo to boiling point, and when the brown paper was removed, and a roll of something with a strange, not to say bad, smell was displayed, they boiled over in a series of exclamations to which the former "huks" and "hos" were mere child's play.

    The Giant of the North Pokings Round the Pole

  • 'Oh yes, they never fail,' she answered, looking steadfastly on her box, which she was diligently uncording.

    Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh

  • Having arrived there, the fellow, who still maintained a dogged silence, began to pull the trunks off the sumpter mule, and commenced uncording them.

    The Bible in Spain; or, the journeys, adventures, and imprisonments of an Englishman, in an attempt to circulate the Scriptures in the Peninsula

  • After much uncording and dashing and knocking about of baggage, the person who officiated proceeded to drag open the suspected packages rather unceremoniously.

    Béarn and the Pyrenees A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre

  • The Jews now complained, of weariness, and the younger, uncording a small mattress, spread it on the deck and sought repose.

    The Bible in Spain

  • The next day in Jeanne's yard I watched them unpack the enormous wooden boxes that her father had brought from strange countries; some of them were covered with tarpaulin cloth, -- pieces of sails no doubt, that were impregnated with the agreeable odor of the ship and the sea; two sailors wearing large blue collars were busy uncording and unscrewing them; and they took from them strange looking objects that had an odor of the

    The Story of a Child


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