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Answer for the clue "Hang in the hammock, e.g ", 4 letters:
loll

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Usage examples of loll.

Lolling sideways in his saddle, for several minutes he scanned the yellow-brown ramparts of the Amarillos rising rugged and ragged against the blue sky twenty miles to eastward.

Still others lolled at ease, their surcoats unlaced, passing the dregs of broached spirits between them.

At the head end, an astonishingly wide mouth opened on large, squarish, lemon yellow teeth and a bright pink buccal cavity where a grayish tongue lolled.

The bodies lolled lifelessly as three big crocs took great crunching bites out of them.

She had lolled in a sensual, hedonistic atmosphere for so long, her very nature seemed changed.

He took the child, passed it over, its head lolling, and Pollack eased it down on to the sacks in a competent, husbandlike manner.

Then she stared at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the jotter sixteens and capital esses.

The loupers came to the front of their enclosure at his call, pointed ears up, tongues lolling out of toothy muzzles, tails wagging.

Wary of her remembered endearments, Bobby kept a safe distance from the maidie, but he sat up and lolled his tongue, quite willing to pay her a friendly visit.

He stamped twice upon mosaicked stones between two of the pillars, and a screen rolled aside, revealing an immense hall scattered about with low divans on which lolled a dozen or more of the dwarfish men, dressed identically as he.

Rearing and struggling, he fought for his liberty while Nobs, panting and with lolling tongue, came and threw himself down near me.

And after these scavengers of the East had torn the putrefying flesh and gnawed the multitude of bones, they prowled around the country, with tongues lolling out, in search of water.

Nobody was expecting her, and Tony Quade with his boss, Von Zorn, lolled unsuspectingly in a Turkish bath on Lunar Boulevard.

Cass inspected the dilated pupils of Karel Bayev, KGB Rezident in Vienna, as his plump, still fully-dressed form lolled in a deep armchair.

In the windless heat of the tropics, while the Bough rolled gently on the sluggish swells and the empty sails slatted and lolled, he raced the hands in relay teams to the top of the mainmast and down, with an extra tot of rum as the prize.