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    EYES

    Pronunciation (US): Play  (GB): Play

     I. (noun) 

    Sense 1

    Meaning:

    Opinion or judgmentplay

    Example:

    I was wrong in her eyes

    Classified under:

    Nouns denoting cognitive processes and contents

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

    opinion; persuasion; sentiment; thought; view (a personal belief or judgment that is not founded on proof or certainty)

     II. (verb) 

    Sense 1

    Present simple (third person singular) of the verb eye

    Credits

     Context examples: 

    Mr. Creakle's face was fiery, and his eyes were small, and deep in his head; he had thick veins in his forehead, a little nose, and a large chin.

    (David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens)

    It was dim- lighted; but his eyes had never had to adjust themselves to any other light.

    (White Fang, by Jack London)

    I could only see the gleam of a pair of very bright eyes, which seemed red in the lamplight, as he turned to us.

    (Dracula, by Bram Stoker)

    Look ’ere, ’Ump, he began, a malicious light in his eyes and a snarl in his throat; d’ye want yer nose punched?

    (The Sea-Wolf, by Jack London)

    “Sir,” he said, looking Mr. Utterson in the eyes, “Was that my master’s voice?”

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

    Suddenly he turned upon me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

    (His Last Bow, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    He was breathing very loud and hard, but his eyes were closed and his face a horrible colour.

    (Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson)

    Her mild eyes seemed incapable of any severity or guile, and yet she has committed a murder.

    (Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)

    Her eyes gleamed, and her head tossed, while the smith with his two big hands outspread seemed to be soothing her as best he could.

    (Rodney Stone, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

    His face was swollen and coarse, and his watery protruding eyes spoke of a life which never wandered very far from the wine-pot.

    (The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)


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