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He had done well, defended doughtily for his seven notches.
Her loyal subjects need her, and so she doughtily broods on.
'The books are for Thomas,' Dorothea repeated doughtily, 'and I never heard Valentine suggest they were valuable.
Cadfael kneeled in the turf, only mildly complaining of the creaks in his joints, and manned the cords doughtily.
He eyed Yves in silence from head to foot, while Yves stared as doughtily back at him, and kept his mouth shut rather out of discretion than fright.
When Lancelot entered the tournament, he was as good as twenty of the best, and he began to fight so doughtily that no one could take his eyes from him, wherever he was.
In the traditional sections the American Symphony under Timothy Myers played doughtily, veiled by its physical location beneath the support scaffolding for the video screen, and by the indifferent sound system.
In Mr. Hartke's case it meant that he used the same distinctive orchestration as the first Brandenburg Concerto: strings plus three oboes, two horns and a sole bassoon doughtily root-tooting away.
At the end of 1948, in Peru, he had the notion of making studio portraits of Indians, a poor, anonymous, largely unacknowledged group that in the unaccustomed studio space generally faced his camera doughtily and proudly.
When he crossed the Glen it would be in his own good time, and with an eye to what prizes were left alive for the taking, and for them he would fight as doughtily as any man if he must.
She plays the title role in Peter Hall's revival of Eduardo de Filippo's "Filumena" at the Piccadilly: Filumena is an illiterate Neapolitan ex-prostitute with a steel-plated hide, a canny brain and a maternal heart doughtily thumping away inside.
But Ralph laughed aloud, and shook his finger at him and refrained him, and his wrath ran off him and he laughed, and shoved the victual into him doughtily, and sighed for pleasure when he had made an end and drunk a draught of wine.
He was also inspired to write it by a heartfelt conversation he had with friend and fellow professor at Harvard University Cornelius Conway Felton; the two had spent an evening "talking of matters, which lie near one's soul:-and how to bear one's self doughtily in Life's battle: and make the best of things".