Sample Sentences foracrid (editor-reviewed)
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The chemicals gave off an acrid odor that made their eyes water.acrid = harsh and unpleasant
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Her acrid tone made it clear she was angry.acrid = sharply bitter or harsh
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We were chased from the room by the acrid smoke.acrid = harsh and unpleasant
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Then they were gone, leaving behind a faint odor of decay, and hanging acrid smoke. (source)acrid = harsh or caustic
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I smell something acrid and unpleasant on his breath. (source)acrid = harsh
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Despair hung in the air like the smoke from the Map Room, thick and acrid. (source)acrid = harsh or caustic
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An acrid smoke fills the air, which is not the best remedy for someone trying to regain the ability to breathe. (source)acrid = harsh or caustic
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For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapoury shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it.† (source)standard suffix: The suffix "-ness" converts an adjective to a noun that means the quality of. This is the same pattern you see in words like darkness, kindness, and coolness.
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"Ah, yes!" said he, laughing acridly.† (source)
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There was a pause, and the murmur of other voices; then a match striking, the acrid smell of fresh cigar smoke. (source)acrid = harsh
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He hated the acridness in his mother's and father's relationship, the conviction of righteousness they each held on to with both hands.† (source)
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The wind bore a fragrance new to Helen, acridly sweet and clean, and it was so cold it made her fingers numb.† (source)
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On the other hand, if they are left on the heat too long, most of the beans will be burned, which will make the chocolate bitter and acrid. (source)
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The room smells as she does, a powdery floral smell that lacks the acridness of perfume.† (source)
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...it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath. (source)acrid = harsh or caustic
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She lay down again on the bed and sang a little wandering tune made up of the words I have sung all the songs all the songs I have sung all the songs there are until, touched by her own lullaby, she grew drowsy, and in the hollow of near-sleep she tasted the acridness of gold, left the chill of alabaster and smelled the dark, sweet stench of loam.† (source)
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