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    ACCURSED

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     I. (adjective) 

    Sense 1

    Meaning:

    Under a curseplay

    Synonyms:

    accursed; accurst; maledict

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    Adjectives

    Similar:

    cursed; curst (deserving a curse; sometimes used as an intensifier)

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     Context examples: 

    “There you have the whole accursed story!” he cried.

    (Rodney Stone, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    And my father’s woe, and the desolation of that late so smiling home all was the work of my thrice-accursed hands!

    (Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)

    I tell you that there never was a shadow between us until this accursed affair began.

    (The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    "Then you condemn me to live wretched and to die accursed?"

    (Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë)

    I had long since prepared my tincture; I purchased at once, from a firm of wholesale chemists, a large quantity of a particular salt which I knew, from my experiments, to be the last ingredient required; and late one accursed night, I compounded the elements, watched them boil and smoke together in the glass, and when the ebullition had subsided, with a strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.

    (The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson)

    Everything is related in them which bears reference to my accursed origin; the whole detail of that series of disgusting circumstances which produced it is set in view; the minutest description of my odious and loathsome person is given, in language which painted your own horrors and rendered mine indelible.

    (Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)

    Oh, Adele will go to school—I have settled that already; nor do I mean to torment you with the hideous associations and recollections of Thornfield Hall—this accursed place—this tent of Achan—this insolent vault, offering the ghastliness of living death to the light of the open sky—this narrow stone hell, with its one real fiend, worse than a legion of such as we imagine.

    (Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë)


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