In a timid manner

Usage examples of shyly.

Sensing someone behind her, Christina turned abruptly, thinking it was Philip, but was surprised to find Amine looking shyly at her.

In the morning Tanner and his colleagues argued about strain thresholds and engine capacities, drew up rough blueprints, and came up with lists of questions that they put to Aum, shyly, in the afternoon.

The little girl smiled, thanking them shyly, calling them Bubbe and Zeyde.

Salvatore Clark, the apprentice bugler, grinning shyly under his long Italian nose.

Wild as the birds in the sun-drenched trees, their children skulked shyly behind the sulky wheels or scuttled for the protection of the woodheap while their parents yarned over cups of tea, swapped tall stories and books, promised to pass on vague messages to Hoopiron Collins or Brumby Waters, and told the fan tastic tale of the Pommy jackaroo on Gnarlunga.

The two dripping young men were emerging from the water now, Karri looking shyly at Mank.

They wore only the little mutsha loincloths, and hung their heads shyly as Louise greeted them in fluent rippling Sindebele.

A minute later Beetje entered shyly, then Oosting, frowning, and, last, Liewens, followed by Pijpekamp.

It was a synthesized voice, but it was Margaret Stockard, shyly speaking to the living again after nearly two hundred years.

She tried not to look at Mervion Blas, but she could not help but notice her, as she hung back so shyly from the torches.

It has been the experience in many instances that when the humus soils of the prairie, porous and spongy in character, were first tilled, clover grew on them so shyly that it was difficult to get a good stand of the same until it had been sown for several seasons successively or at intervals.

At the door she stopped just long enough to give Prew a very disapproving look and to let him see her smile tremulously shyly at Bill.

Enderby now gently, shyly, and with some blushing, began to insinuate, that is to say squashily attempt to insert, that is to say.

Afraid they would judge him too young, or his unchipped fingernails or bayou accent would expose him as a flatlander, he had entered the rescue office shyly and with his hands in his pockets.

Fed on scraps of gristle, isolated from his kind, beaten when he failed to make his daily quota of spearheads and arrowpoints, he had shyly retreated into beautifully interminable labyrinths of abstraction.