What is "idly"

Usage examples of "idly".

If Britain and France would declare publicly that they would not stand idly by while Hitler threw his armies into Czechoslovakia and if some prominent British statesmen would issue a solemn warning to Germany of the consequences of Nazi aggression, then the German generals, for their part, would act to stop Hitler.

Flinx scuffed idly with one booted foot at a patch of delicate dark blue azurite crystals.

He nodded across the room to where Nelson Birr was idly toying with cards at a lonely table.

I stop, and watch as a man picks idly through a box of coverless volumes and takes one up.

Kerwick had been overjoyed, more so than she, he knew, for when she grew troubled, her father had once told him, she always plucked idly upon the crwth as she had done that night long ago, making an odd melody that sounded eerie in the great hall.

Idly, both Jimmy and Modra realized that what they were doing to the colonel was precisely what the more brutish Quintara had done to the cymol back in the crystal before killing her.

Or are medical personnel so doltish that they idly glance at the half-human, half-alien foetus and move on to the next patient?

Although Glyn was nowhere to be seen, a number of lords were sitting there, idly drinking ale while they listened to a bard play.

The Iceman was leaning against a wall, looking out at the street through a window, and the Forever Kid stood in the open front door, totally relaxed while idly fingering the handle of his sonic pistol.

The Dreegh, Jeel, was leaning idly against the jamb of the bathroom door, a dark, malignantly handsome man, with a faint, unpleasant smile on his lips.

As I watched it idly, the woman, Jeel, crept up to me in her furtive fashion, touched me on the shoulder and pointed to a distant group of trees.

The dagon licked idly at his hands, and watched the jingler out of quiet, violet eyes.

Once he idly sketched a map of the valley in the sand with a twig, locating the river and the pylon and the community of tribe George-Eighty.

Alvar rode back to ensure some form of order, Anna, lutar held ready, ran through a vocalise, while idly looking toward Synfal.

A half-grown lyng, wearing a studded collar and tethered by a chain, lay near the throne, idly switching its tail and watching the proceedings through slitted, feral eyes.