drowningly

An ocean as pure and blue and drowningly deep and clear as that well-remembered eastern sea, the furthest extreme of the tideless midland sea of legend, at the end of which lay the holy city of Jerusalem, Our Lord's burial-place and hard-won kingdom.

The Pilgrim of Hate Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1984

"But -- she's your mistress," she whispered, drowningly aware that all she wanted was for him to go on making love to her.

Barefoot Bride Cork, Dorothy 1980

A dense, thick, opaque, drowningly thick fog spouted from openings in the ceiling.

The Other Side Of Nowhere Leinster, Murray 1964

Her right hand, reaching drowningly out, fell upon a familiar shoulder.

The Sturdy Oak A composite Novel of American Politics by fourteen American authors Mary Heaton Vorse 1920

It is for the first day in its life deaf, it squints blindly at the world, its limbs are beyond its control, its hands clutch drowningly at anything whatever that drifts upon this vast sea of being into which it has plunged so amazingly.

Mankind in the Making 1906

It is for the first day in its life deaf, it squints blindly at the world, its limbs are beyond its control, its hands clutch drowningly at anything whatever that drifts upon this vast sea of being into which it has plunged so amazingly.

Mankind in the Making Herbert George 1903

Puzzle as she might, she could make nothing whatever of the portmanteau and the excursion to the early train, and she got up long before her hour was over, since she found that the more she thought, the more invincible were the objections to any conclusion that she drowningly grasped at.

Miss Mapp 1903

Wandru of Mons, need have been of no base temper if, on the eve of such a wedding as this one, her mind had been full of only one idea: the idea, monotonous and drowningly loud like some big cathedral bell, "I shall be a Queen."

The Countess of Albany Vernon Lee 1895

A slave, attired in scarlet, knelt on one knee before her, proffering a golden salver loaded with the choicest fruits and wines; a lazy smile played on her lips -- lips that outrivaled the dewy tint of half-opening roses; the serpents in her hair and on her rounded arms quivered in the light like living things; the great Symbolic Eye glanced wickedly out from the white beauty of her heaving breast; and as he surveyed her, thus resplendent in all the startling seductiveness of her dangerous charms, her loveliness entranced and intoxicated him like the faint perfume of some rare and powerful exotic, ... his senses seemed to sink drowningly in the whelming influence of her soft and dazzling grace; and though he still resented, he could not resist her mesmeric power.

Ardath Marie Corelli 1889