Sample Sentences for
fetid
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    The wind through the open windows had broomed out all the fetid feeling of absence and nothingness.  (source)
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    They were shortish, balding, and had something fetid going on on their upper lips.  (source)
    fetid = with a bad odor
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    War veterans fallen from wheelchairs and into the fetid streets.  (source)
    fetid = bad smelling
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    The flashlight wormed its way into his guts and turned the sweet taste of muscadine into rotten fetid bile.  (source)
    fetid = bad smelling
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    Near the mouth of the strange, foetid bazaar a lone, muscular female sat on a low wooden stool, her thick legs parted, skinning snakes and removing their entrails, her dark eyes seemingly obsessed with each thrashing serpent in her hands.†  (source)
    unconventional spelling: This is a British spelling. Americans use fetid.
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    His instinct perceived the fetidness of poverty, but no longer ferreted out the deeper evils in pride and sensuality.†  (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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    Stendahl drank it in, the dreariness, the oppression, the fetid vapors, the whole "atmosphere," so delicately contrived and fitted.  (source)
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    "It is still not too late to abandon this folly," Gerris said, as they made their way down a foetid alley toward the old spice market.†  (source)
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    One there breathes the enormous fetidness of social catastrophes.†  (source)
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    After the fetid, dank stench of the sewers, it was amazing.  (source)
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    They ran: THE IMMORTALS Ever reeking from the vales of earth Ascends to us life's fevered surge, Wealth's excess, the rage of dearth, Smoke of death meals on the gallow's verge; Greed without end, imprisoned air; Murderers' hands, usurers' hands, hands of prayer; Exhales in foetid breath the human swarm Whipped on by fear and lust, blood raw, blood warm, Breathing blessedness and savage heats, Eating itself and spewing what it eats, Hatching war and lovely art, Decking out with idiot craze Bawdy houses while they blaze, Through the childish fair-time mart Weltering to its own decay In the glare of pleasure's way, Rising for each newborn and then Sinking for each to dust again.†  (source)
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    A gust of fetidness informed him of the place in which he stood.†  (source)
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    some fetid guinea pigs and rabbits  (source)
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