How to use "curate" in a sentence

Hawes is our new curate, whom Colonel Protheroe dislikes.

My curate, Hawes, wanted to know if my interview with Protheroe had anything to do with him

Suddenly he said, 'I meant to tell you about your curate, Hawes

I returned to the vicarage and found my curate, Hawes, waiting for me in my study

'The police aren't sure.' I then told him that I was worried about my curate, Hawes, and that I was anxious that he should get away for a rest.

I do not remember the arrival of the curate, so probably I slept for some time

While the curate had sat and talked so wildly to me in the flat fields near Walton, and while my brother was watching the refugees pour across Westminster Bridge, the Martians had started to attack again

At the same time four of the fighting-machines, also carrying tubes, crossed the river, and two of them, black against the western sky, came into sight of myself and the curate as we hurried along the road to the north.

When he saw them, the curate made a frightened noise and began running, but I knew it was no good running from a Martian and I crawled into some bushes by the side of the road

'What's happened?' said the curate, standing up.

The curate and I climbed higher up the hill and looked around

All through this time I and the curate had been hiding in the empty house where we went to escape the Black Smoke

These worries stayed on my mind and I grew very tired of the curate's constant talking

But the curate did not want to leave.

When it was clear to the curate that I intended to go alone, he suddenly decided to come

There the curate lay down, crying silently and refusing to move again.

I left the curate in the hut, but he came hurrying after me.

As soon as the curate caught up with me, we saw either the fighting-machine we had seen before or another one, far away across the fields

When we got to Sheen, the curate said that he felt unwell and we decided to try one of the houses.

I lay there unconscious for a long time, the curate told me, and when I woke up he was wiping my face with a wet handkerchief.

'A Martian!' said the curate.

For a time the curate was silent, then he said, 'God help us!'

I told the curate that I was going to look for food, and moved back into the kitchen again

I touched the curate's leg, and he moved so suddenly that some bricks slid down outside with a loud crash

While I was still watching their slow movements in the sunlight, the curate pulled violently at my arm

The curate talked endlessly, and this prevented me from forming a plan of action.

The curate was watching through the hole when the first men were brought there

The curate, who had been lying silently with his arms over his head, looked up as I passed, cried out quite loudly and came running after me.

The curate, I found, was quite unable to discuss anything

Instead of staying close and trying to move me away from the pit, the curate had gone back into the hall

I turned, tripped over the curate and stopped at the hall door

In the light from outside, I saw the Martian studying the curate's head

Whenever I slept, I dreamed either of the death of the curate or of wonderful dinners.

As I lay in bed, I found myself thinking of the killing of the curate.