1a 'a n, pl a's or as 'az often cap, often attrib (bef. 12c) 1
a : the 1st letter of the English alphabet b : a representation
of this letter c : a speech counterpart of orthographic a 2 : the
6th tone of a C-major scale 3 : a graphic device for reproducing
the letter a 4 : one designated a esp. as the 1st in order or
class 5 a : a grade rating a student's work as superior in
quality b : one graded or rated with an A 6 : something shaped
like the letter A
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King Henry the Eighth, namely, in 1529, on the twenty-first of
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The primroses were over.
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The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a
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According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
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The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
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strange in their instinct for growth.
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