murmuringly

And it says a great deal for his attachment, as a husband, that he is still occupied with Mrs.B. “There you are, my partner, eh?” he murmuringly repeats.

Bleak House 2007

Gren fell on his knee and pulled her down with him, murmuringly reassuring as he did so.

HOTHOUSE Aldiss, Brian 1962

The hum and rattle of the streets came up to him murmuringly; now and then a train rumbled over Charing Cross Bridge, and the whistle of engines shrilled out above the constant low clamour of the town.

The Ashiel mystery A Detective Story Charles Bryce

Many parents murmuringly mourn the loss of their children, and in wrestling with God to spare them, betray the want of a true submission to His will.

The Christian Home Samuel Philips

As we made our way through the crowd the faces grew dark as they saw the Tory, but as Dick and I rode on either hand, with our black cockades, the crowd murmuringly gave way before us, and though all the people were hostile to him, and he could not help but see it, he coolly looked them over and rode as if he had no enemy within a hundred miles.

The Tory Maid Herbert Baird Stimpson

They were sitting together on the wide window-seat, the sound of the traffic from below coming murmuringly to their ears like some muted diapason.

The Moon out of Reach Margaret Pedler

"She is good, amiable, docile — will make an excellent wife, no doubt," said he, murmuringly.

The International Monthly Magazine - Volume V - No II Various

To the westward, the broad river, fringed with trees, ran murmuringly, to the eastward, the heights still held by the enemy scowled menacingly, north and south, the veldt undulated peacefully; a few paces to the northward of that grave fifty dead Highlanders lay, dressed as they had fallen on the field of battle; they had followed their chief to the field, and they were to follow him to the grave.

Campaign Pictures of the War in South Africa (1899-1900) Letters from the Front A. G. Hales

They looked down on the many winding river, murmuringly gliding through its vine covered banks.

A Love Story A Bushman

To the westward, the broad river fringed with trees runs murmuringly; to the eastward, the heights still held by the enemy, scowled menacingly; north and south the veldt undulated peacefully; a few paces to the northward of that grave, fifty dead Highlanders lay dressed as they had fallen on the field of battle: they had followed their chief to the field, and they were to follow him to the grave.

The Ontario High School Reader A.E. Marty