I will tell you something," she said, in her cooing
way, keeping her arms folded.
He spoke to the sailors, and at the first sound of his dovelike, cooing
voice they paused to hear.
The gentle rustle of the branches and the distant cooing
of pigeons were the only sounds which broke in upon the silence, save that once Alleyne heard afar off a merry call upon a hunting bugle and the shrill yapping of the hounds.
Here she had spent her bridal moon; here wee Joyce had lived her one brief day; here the sweetness of motherhood had come again with Little Jem; here she had heard the exquisite music of her baby's cooing
laughter; here beloved friends had sat by her fireside.
And now when I look at him; a precious, unconscious, helpless infant, with no use in his little arms but to tear his little cap, and no use in his little legs but to kick his little self--when I see him a lying on his mother's lap, cooing
, and, in his innocent state, almost a choking hisself with his little fist--when I see him such a infant as he is, and think that that uncle Lillyvick, as was once a-going to be so fond of him, has withdrawed himself away, such a feeling of wengeance comes over me as no language can depicter, and I feel as if even that holy babe was a telling me to hate him.
It is also an active bird, and continually making a noise: these noises are various and strangely odd; some are like the cooing
of doves, others like the bubbling of water, and many defy all similes.
She lunched to-day on beer, Schweine-koteletten, and cabbage-salad with caraway seeds in it, and now I hear her through the open window, extemporising touching melodies in her charming, cooing
Hattersley will be too busy billing and cooing
, with his bride to have much time to spare for guns and dogs at present,' he replied.
Her Red Majesty's very kind to mention it,' the White Queen murmured into Alice's other ear, in a voice like the cooing
of a pigeon.
Bon Dieu, I say, is it not hard that the fateful rush of the great Imperial struggle can't take place without affecting a poor little harmless girl of eighteen, who is occupied in billing and cooing
, or working muslin collars in Russell Square?