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PatronymicA patronymic is the second (middle) or last name based on the name of one's father. For example in Russian a man named Ivan (John) whose father's name is Nikolai would be known as Ivan Nikolaevich or "Ivan, son of Nikolai" (Nikolaevich as patronymic). In women the ending is -evna or -ovna. In Scandanavian languages, the patronymic was formed by using the ending -sen or -son to indicate son of. This name was generally used as a last name although a third name based on location or personal charateristic was often added to disambiguate people. In Dutch, the ending -s, for son, was used for sons and often for daughters, too. The Dutch sometimes used -docter or -dr for daughters.In many areas patronymics predate the use of surnames. They are still used in Iceland, where few people have surnames. Many English, Welsh and Scandinavian surnames originate from patronymics, eg. Wilson (son of William), Powell (ap Howell), Johansson (son of Johan), Eriksen (son of Erik). head.html">head giving him the tender curve of her cheek, over the levels of the
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tried?"
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tried to do anything; but to be ashamed of having tried--it's like death.
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something like the heads of dogs, thrusting from the water, and flashing
air. She sprang to her feet. "Oh, look at those things! Look at them!
him in the direction in which she wished him to look, at some risk of
reef at Jocelyn's?"
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vanished with a whirl of the head. "The Beatrice Cenci attitude!"
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seals lay basking in the sun. They started at his voice, and wriggling
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