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Usage examples of croon.

And behind the house was the chicken coop, a miniature of its shanty self, where conceited hens stalked complacently about peering beadily this way and that, crooning their smug song of the Sacred Vessel, and squirting their droppings in the grass with the righteousness of saints.

It seemed sometimes that the only person to whom she spoke these days, aside from the man who delivered the bird-food and fodder for horses and chervines, was young Caryl, who came whenever he could escape for a few minutes from his lessons, to look at the birds, hold them, croon lovingly to them.

As she touched her hand to the doorplate she heard odd crooning sounds coming from inside, deep, heavy, slow.

But the hobbies were standing silent now and the crooning still kept on and when I swung around I saw it came from Smith.

He held her hand as they sat together in my rooms after the physicks had left, and while he crooned devotion into her ear, she ignored him and blinked dazedly at the floor.

I had looked in at his place while on a motor trip, and he had put me right off my feed by bringing a couple of green things with legs to the luncheon table, crooning over them like a young mother and eventually losing one of them in the salad.

He shuffled and crooned and drew his spirals on the dark brick walls, on through Sheck, a grocertown of shopkeepers and a stronghold of New Quill, where Ori walked carefully.

I imagine he cut a reassuring and innocuous figure, spryly perched on the edges of sofas and beds, with his crooning, questioning voice, no threat to the menfolk no threat to anyone, it would seem.

The puppies, Anga and Suma, wiggled their scaled bodies, wrapped their tails around her wrist and crooned with delight while they clung to her finger and sucked their miniscule allotment of blood.

Cristobal and the woman softly crooning to her baby in the Tesuque pueblo.

The voice crooned stronger and more hypnotic, and Adams wished desperately that he could understand the Wolof words.

I N S I L E N C E 93 sounded like a hound dog, baying and crooning his love song for us, full of hope for the morrow.

He spoke, chanted, sang, crooned, howled: of chimneysweeps and whores, of the echoing green, of the worm in the night, of mind-forged manacles, of Urizen and Ore turning endlessly into each other, of the infinity in a grain of sand, of the eternity in an hour.

Ajin gave her to let the incision heal, a song like the other croons in the ancient Shallal tongue.

Even Bierce Valeur, who stood at her side crooning endearments, did not venture to touch her at such a moment.