Reflectively
[rɪ'flektɪvlɪ]
Examples
- Mrs. Fisher paused and looked reflectively at the deep shimmer of sea between the cactus-flowers. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Or a moosic 'all, observed Gurt, chewing his quid reflectively. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- I can't bear him—and yet, continued Helena reflectively, with a certain spice of malice, there is something nice about him. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- What you say is very true, replied Crispin reflectively. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Then he took a skull and held it in his hand, and looked reflectively upon it, after the manner of the grave-digger when he discourses of Yorick. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Pablo looked at her reflectively and scratched his chin. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- No, said Rosamond, reflectively; one wonders what such people do, without any prospect. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- He paused, and walked reflectively up and down the room. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Justinian is a serpent of wisdom, said the poet reflectively, taking off his sombrero. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Haley walked reflectively to the other end of the boat. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- What I'd like you to do, sir, said Dick reflectively, is to have the gloves on with Mr Caliphronas. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- The Count stroked one of his white mice reflectively with his chubby little finger before he answered. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Well, for my part, observed Helena reflectively, I do not worship Artemis so much as I do Demeter. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- It's wonderful how the poor people patronise me,' said Mr. Bob Sawyer reflectively. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Some buys up these yer old critturs, and ses there's a sight more wear in 'em than a body 'd think, said the man, reflectively. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Curious creature, murmured Maurice reflectively, as he followed the Rector and his guest into the garden. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- I like Maurice, she continued reflectively; yes, I like Maurice. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
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