English novelist (1909-1957)

Usage examples of lowry.

Just by himself, Roger Lowry was a spectacle to catch the eye and hold it, with his fine, noble head, his mane of pale-gold hair, his ingenuous stare, and his six feet six inches of poised herculean brawn.

He took a chair, moving it closer to the table, noting that Lowry was already seated and with a drink in his hand.

When Lowry made that diversion at the door, not one of those bowmen took his eyes away for a second.

He turned to see Lowry crouching, facing the sorki, not making any overtures, just swapping stares with it.

Then, quite calmly, Lowry put out two huge hands, scooped the beast and dumped it efficiently within the box, drew the end of the lead from her astonished grasp, slapped the side of the box shut, and stood, tucking the whole thing under one arm.

He gave her his arm, and a boost, so that she could scramble up and seat herself beside Lowry, with room for himself on her other side, and the precious Quema riding behind them.

He heard Lowry coping, asking her, patiently, to recite everything she knew on the subject of the care and welfare of Royal sorkis, and he had to grin, wryly.

Sixx helped her with the tatters, and the cloak, gave her an arm up on to the gracca as Lowry brought it, and they started tramping quickly back along the way they had come .

Sixx saw the other two appear, Lowry with a slow grin, Miss Stame looking downcast.

He galloped into the control room, still slapping at fastenings, in time to see Lowry come storming in from the opposite side, looking equally distrait.

And, for a moment, there was echoing silence, until Lowry flipped on the outside pickups.

He saw Lowry go away, weaving and crouching, skirting past the burning shells of shacks.

And now here came Lowry, large and lithe, looking in-decently calm and startlingly primitive in nothing but a brief pair of shorts and his boots, a needle-gun in each large hand.

Then he restrained the thrust and peered as Lowry spun the camera-eye.

Back in the control room again Lorian was sitting up, the blindfold removed, and Lowry dabbing, none too gently, at his nosebleed.