IRON


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AcronymDefinition
IRONInternal Robustness (computer file systems)
IRONIndependent Root Operator's Network
IRONInternational Rice Observational Nursery
IRONIndependent Republic of Orange Nations (online gaming)
IRONInspect and Repair Only as Needed
IRONInterrange Operations Number
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He said, 'You must come again, and bring a knife with you to scrape a hole in the iron.
And in passing we note that that historic phrase, the Iron Heel, originated in Ernest Everhard's mind.
When at last the twelve rods were made, Ahab tried them, one by one, by spiralling them, with his own hand, round a long, heavy iron bolt.
As he comes into the iron country farther north, such fresh green woods as those of Chesney Wold are left behind; and coal pits and ashes, high chimneys and red bricks, blighted verdure, scorching fires, and a heavy never-lightening cloud of smoke become the features of the scenery.
An iron that stood the ordinary test of a wet finger was too cold for Joe and Martin, and such test was useless.
In the evening Iron Hans came back, looked at the boy, and said: 'What has happened to the well?
I believed the iron to be my convict's iron - the iron I had seen and heard him filing at, on the marshes - but my mind did not accuse him of having put it to its latest use.
TIGGY-WINKLE'S nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle, and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and she fetched another hot iron from the fire.
And the leopards, bitter-wise of the taste of the iron, remained crouched, although they still spat and whipped their tails angrily.
She dropped her iron on the shirtwaist, clutched at the board, fumbled it, caved in at the knees and hips, and like a half-empty sack collapsed on the floor, her long shriek rising in the pent room to the acrid smell of scorching cloth.
Notwithstanding the little iron stove, the ink froze on the swing- table in the cabin, and I found it more convenient to go ashore stumbling over the arctic waste-land and shivering in glazed tramcars in order to write my evening letter to my owners in a gorgeous cafe in the centre of the town.
The glare showed a series of stone steps, which ended in a low-lying heavy iron door fixed against the side of the house.