somnolently

She didn't even turn her head as I slipped out into the passage, which seemed empty except for a couple of darkies clinging somnolently to their brooms - and then at one end there was a nondescript white man who turned his back just a shade too hurriedly at the sight of me.

THE NUMBERS 2010

Together we walked somnolently down the long hallway, crowded as ever with the calls and cries of the tormented.

The Monstrumologist William James Henry 2009

Together we walked somnolently down the long hallway, crowded as ever with the calls and cries of the tormented.

The Monstrumologist William James Henry 2009

Cut to McCain, standing in what looks like somebody's basement rec room, a Madame Tussaud's display of superannuated supporters including former senator John Warner propped up stiffly as backdrop, and McCain drowsing somnolently on about "my friends" and the crucible of history and how government must respect the rights, property and opportunities of the people to whom it is accountable.

Bill Barol: Free Advice For The McCain Campaign 2008

But in fact most of the appearances of the pompaoured tribune of justice went off peacefully, not to say somnolently, save for the arrest of one drunken white youth, who was charged with the peculiarly British crime of waving a banana (or "inciting racial hatred") at Sharpton's entourage.

Mouth Of The Thames 2008

When undisturbed by foreign sounds, they congregate in shallow water on the sand bars, with the fore half of their bodies exposed to the warm sunshine, and are in appearance, when thus somnolently reposing, very like a herd of enormous swine.

How I Found Livingstone Henry Morton 2004

Mostly, Sherry shuffled somnolently through the fourteenth week of lab, her focus diverted from the verities of the leg to the overarching priority of getting forever out of there.

Body of Knowledge Steve Giegerich 2001

Its waterfront lay somnolently along a raised foundation of mammoth stone blocks.

Conan and the Emerald Lotus Hocking, John 1995

She didn't even turn her head as I slipped out into the passage, which seemed empty except for a couple of darkies clinging somnolently to their brooms - and then at one end there was a nondescript white man who turned his back just a shade too hurriedly at the sight of me.

Flashman and the angel of the lord Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1995

She didn't even turn her head as I slipped out into the passage, which seemed empty except for a couple of darkies clinging somnolently to their brooms - and then at one end there was a nondescript white man who turned his back just a shade too hurriedly at the sight of me.

Flashman and the angel of the lord Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1995