MISER


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AcronymDefinition
MISERMassachusetts Institute for Social and Economic Research
MISERMobile Integrated Sustainable Energy Recovery (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency)
MISERMinimum Signature Envelope Recoilless
MISERMicrowave Space Electronic Relay
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The miser crept into the bush to find it; but directly he had got into the middle, his companion took up his fiddle and played away, and the miser began to dance and spring about, capering higher and higher in the air.
Meanwhile the miser crept out of the bush half-naked and in a piteous plight, and began to ponder how he should take his revenge, and serve his late companion some trick.
The miser began to tell his tale, and said he had been robbed of his money.
Then the miser said, 'Bind me fast, bind me fast, for pity's sake.
Then he called to the miser, and said, 'Tell us now, you vagabond, where you got that gold, or I shall play on for your amusement only,'
I stole it,' said the miser in the presence of all the people; 'I acknowledge that I stole it, and that you earned it fairly.
And still, as if they had not found it, they would seek out another book-shop, and Mr Boffin would say, 'Now, look well all round, my dear, for a Life of a Miser, or any book of that sort; any Lives of odd characters who may have been Misers.
When the task was done, Mr Boffin, with his appetite for Misers whetted instead of satiated, began to look out again.
Miserly literature not being abundant, the proportion of failures to successes may have been as a hundred to one; still Mr Boffin, never wearied, remained as avaricious for misers as he had been at the first onset.
His very smile was cunning, as if he had been studying smiles among the portraits of his misers.
when there is some idea of being resuscitated, you say he's a scoundrel, an impudent fellow, a miser, a bad master
Every moment was drive, drive, drive, and Joe was the masterful shepherd of moments, herding them carefully, never losing one, counting them over like a miser counting gold, working on in a frenzy, toil-mad, a feverish machine, aided ably by that other machine that thought of itself as once having been one Martin Eden, a man.