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Correct spelling for DESSERET
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Possible correct spellings for desseret
"i deserted you and i'm sorry.
It was a strong soul, although it had been so long asleep, and already new desires, unselfish and beautiful, were awakening in the child.
Standbys camouflage your true desires Just to drain your heart they become liars– Weak Spot by La Toya Jackson
I looked with disgust upon a gentleman at the feet of a cossack deserter.
Whenever the inspecting officer found anything wrong about the room, he simply glanced at the orderly board, and down went the demerit against the lad whose name was posted there.
Now, all those kind words were to desiree like the dainty dishes that are brought too late to a man dying of hunger.
Nor was the importance derived from descent and wealth the only importance which belonged to him.
"good looks are not always to be desired.
He belongs to an age that had an instinct for beauty, and loved style-an age that, in the words of a modern wit, had not grown all nose with intellect, an age that went to the theatre to dream, not to dissect.
We never dissent for a moment when we are solemnly told that his memory should be a storehouse from which at pleasure he can draw facts, fancies, and illustrations.
On these occasions his pockets are full of sweetmeats, stolen for 'his angel' from the dessert.
You would not have us desert them!
Chicken little grew desperate.
That discreet man, showing no sign of recognition on his side, bowed respectfully, and went on round the table.
Do you think you deserved any?
His only desire was to lie quiet, and forget.