What is the correct spelling for WINNIND?
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Correct spellings for WINNIND
- wanting A human being was travelling to her, was wanting to see her.
- whining He was killed in a railway accident shortly afterwards, and a year later, she came whining to me for forgiveness."
- wind It all depends on the wind .
- winding Jonathan brought the man across the river, and up the winding path to where Colonel Zane was waiting.
- winged She liked everything but the winged woman holding the hour-glass.
- winning I rather astonished him by telling him that I was glad to lose, for I thought him a much more agreeable companion when he was winning .
- winnings For the first time in his life his winnings brought him no satisfaction.
- Wending The wide plain, then bustling with all the life and animation of a large army, was now nearly deserted,-some dismounted guns, some broken-up, dismantled batteries, around which a few sentinels seemed to loiter rather than to keep guard; a strong detachment of infantry could be seen wending their way towards the fortress, and a confused mass of camp-followers, sutlers, and peasants following their steps for protection against the pillagers and the still ruder assaults of their own Guerillas.
- Whinnied That remark could hardly have referred to Mrs. Stebbins and her next Sunday's ride to the meeting-house; but Jeff whinnied gently in reply, as if to express his willingness for any improvement, and Vosh led him into the stable.
- Winging Away on either hand, high ranges of hills spring into being, closing in the Golden Vale of Tipperary, and one realises it was a true vision of the place of his birth that Denis McCarthy had when he wrote his lilting verses in praise of it: Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the springtime of the year, When the hawthorn's whiter than the snow, When the feathered folk assemble and the air is all a-tremble With their singing and their winging to and fro; When queenly Slievenamon puts her verdant vesture on And smiles to hear the news the breezes bring; When the sun begins to glance on the rivulets that dance- Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring!
- Winningly "A new dwelling erected by the wealthy Ben Maslia," he said, winningly, "must be a building of magnificence, worth seeing."