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    SCRIP

    Pronunciation (US): Play  (GB): Play

     I. (noun) 

    Sense 1

    Meaning:

    A certificate whose value is recognized by the payer and payee; scrip is not currency but may be convertible into currencyplay

    Classified under:

    Nouns denoting possession and transfer of possession

    Hypernyms ("scrip" is a kind of...):

    certificate; security (a formal declaration that documents a fact of relevance to finance and investment; the holder has a right to receive interest or dividends)

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     Context examples: 

    A broad leather strap hanging from his shoulder supported a scrip or satchel such as travellers were wont to carry.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    He shot out his hand as he spoke, and plucking Alleyne's bottle out of his scrip, he deftly knocked the neck off, and poured the half of it down his throat.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    He sat down by the roadside to partake of his bread and cheese, and then with a lighter scrip he hastened upon his way.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    As he walked and munched the soft bread from his scrip, it seemed strange to him to feel that it was still warm from the ovens of Beaulieu.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    What hast in the scrip?

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    This nail that he hath sold you was taken from my nail-box, and as to the wood and the stones, you will see a heap of both outside from which he hath filled his scrip.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    All these were duly packed away deep in the traveller's scrip, and above them old pippin-faced brother Athanasius had placed a parcel of simnel bread and rammel cheese, with a small flask of the famous blue-sealed Abbey wine.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    Alleyne, looking back, saw that the murderer had drawn bread and cheese from his scrip, and was silently munching it, with the protecting cross still hugged to his breast, while the other, black and grim, stood in the sunlit road and threw his dark shadow athwart him.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)


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