Whether flat on her stomach, or head down, heels in the air, the Simpson baby knew she was in the hands of an expert, and continued gurgling placidly
while aunt Jane regarded the pantomime with a kind of dazed awe.
We shall be on board by noon," replied his master, placidly
A house standing placidly
in distant fields had to him an ominous look.
The door of the house is open, and an elderly woman is looking out; but she is not placidly
contemplating the evening sunshine; she has been watching with dim eyes the gradually enlarging speck which for the last few minutes she has been quite sure is her darling son Adam.
During the perusal of this devoir, she sat placidly
busy, her eyes and fingers occupied with the formation of a "riviere" or open-work hem round a cambric handkerchief; she said nothing, and her face and forehead, clothed with a mask of purely negative expression, were as blank of comment as her lips.
Soon, however, the entire town was wrapped in slumber; a feeble light still glimmered in Madame's apartment, which looked out upon the square, and the soft rays from the expiring lamp seemed to be the image of the calm sleep of a young girl, hardly yet sensible of life's anxieties, and in whom the flame of existence sinks placidly
as sleep steals over the body.
And as for Owen Warland, he looked placidly
at what seemed the ruin of his life's labor, and which was yet no ruin.
Not that he was ever deliberately cruel, but there was an insensibility to the feelings of others, a capacity placidly
to ignore them, that made Wade tremble for the future.
Mr Todhunter," explained Father Brown placidly
, "is learning to be a professional conjurer, as well as juggler, ventriloquist, and expert in the rope trick.
Dairyman Crick's household of maids and men lived on comfortably, placidly
, even merrily.
Now then, go 'long," he said, with a shake of the reins that sent the sorrel placidly
jogging down the hill.
But the cream- coloured house (supposed to be modelled on the private hotels of the Parisian aristocracy) was there as a visible proof of her moral courage; and she throned in it, among pre-Revolutionary furniture and souvenirs of the Tuileries of Louis Napoleon (where she had shone in her middle age), as placidly
as if there were nothing peculiar in living above Thirty-fourth Street, or in having French windows that opened like doors instead of sashes that pushed up.