He lowered his voice, for Rosie had gone close to him, and laid her hands clingingly upon his coat.She did not understand, but she could wait.…Cited from Tiverton Tales, by Alice Brown
Straightway he had forgotten his own words, nor did he ever afterwards know that he had used them.But she, out of their very sacredness as the first words he had spoken to her in his home, had remembered them most clingingly.More than remembered them: she had set them to grow down into the fibres of her heart as the mistletoe roots itself upon the life-sap of the tree.…Cited from The Bride of the Mistletoe, by James Lane Allen
And she once more rested her head clingingly on Mrs. Leyburn's knee.Cited from Robert Elsmere, by Mrs. Humphry Ward
By the porch-door she met Waife and the Morleys.With a kind of wild impetuosity she seized the old man's arm, and drew it fondly, clingingly within her own.Henceforth they two were to be, as in years gone by, all in all to each other.…Cited from What Will He Do With It, Lytton, Book 12
So that having finished it, he read it again, now seeing the high end of it all from the low beginning.And then a third time, more clingingly, more yearningly yet, thrice lighting the fire in his blood with the same straw.Like a vital fire it was left in him at last, a red and white of flame; the two flames forever hostile, and seeking each to burn the other out.…Cited from The Choir Invisible, by James Lane Allen
She raised the picture to her lips and kissed it -- not with passion -- but clingingly, as though it represented her only wealth, amid so much poverty.Then her hand, holding it, dropped to her knee again; the other hand came to close over it; and her eyes shut.…Cited from The Case of Richard Meynell, by Mrs. Humphry Ward
Tears softly found their way down Lucy's face.And suddenly she stooped, and put her lips, tenderly, clingingly, to Mrs. Burgoyne's hand.…Cited from Eleanor, by Mrs. Humphry Ward
But they strain still, locked together, and forgetful of the world.At length they have enough: then slowly, clingingly unclasp, turn round with gazing eyes, and are resumed, sedately, into the diurnal round of common life.Another pair is in their room upon the beam.…Cited from Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete, by John Symonds
At present, being but five years old, they are centred in whatever thing the particular day brings forth, and but that they are leashed fast by an almost prenatal and unconscious affection, they are as unlike in disposition, temperament, and colouring as they are alike in feature.Richard is dark, like father and me, very quiet, except in the matter of affection, in which he is clingingly demonstrative, slow to receive impressions, but withal tenacious.He clearly inherits father's medical instinct of preserving life, and the very thought of suffering on the part of man or beast arouses him to action.…Cited from People of the Whirlpool, by Mabel Osgood Wright
He stepped over, and stood towering above the slight figure, which did not give back a step before his advance.With an oath, he caught her savagely in his arms, and crushed her to him, while his unshaven, whiskey-soaked lips were pressed clingingly against her own indignant ones.…Cited from Call of the Cumberlands, by Charles Neville Buck
Amy turned back to the bed and shook out delicately the white muslin dress -- the dress that John had hung on the wall of his cabin -- that had wound itself around his figure so clingingly.Cited from The Choir Invisible, by James Lane Allen
He found himself repeating the words he remembered best in the marriage service, not bitterly as he had repeated them to Annesley, but yearningly, clingingly, groping after some promise of hope in them.Cited from The Second Latchkey, by Williamson
They here commanded a view of the public gardens, where groups of Maltese were enjoying the coolness of the hour, and the fragrance of the flowers.The walk had a roof of lattice work supported by wooden pillars; round which, an image of woman's love, the honeysuckle clingingly twined, diffusing sweets.Immediately before them, the principal outlet of the town presented itself.…Cited from A Love Story, by A Bushman
There was far more money and considerably less taste at large in that house than in the other.I noticed carved furniture that must have been bought with a coarse and a generous hand; and on the walls a diptych by Marcus Stone portraying the course of true love clingingly draped.…Cited from Grim Smile of the Five Towns,by Arnold Bennett
We find no dark holes and corners in the career of one who may be said to have remained a boy to the end, at fifty as at five full of freak and initiative, clingingly attached to a devoted and richly-endowed mother, and the ebullient spirit of a happy home.With his rapidly increasing fortune, the historic house in the Rue Dominique became an artistic, musical and dramatic centre.…Cited from Heart of the Vosges, by Matilda Betham-Edwards
Halfway down the stairs came a woman whom he had never seen before.A black velvet dress, made high in the throat, with a wide collar of heavy lace upon her shoulders, hung clingingly about the outlines of her tall and perfect figure; her hands, with some lace ruffles falling about her wrists, were simply crossed before her.The light of a distant hanging-lamp shone down upon her, just catching one diamond star that glittered among the thick coils of her hair -- she wore no other ornament.…Cited from Vera Nevill, by Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron
"Spoon, spoon, spoon, While the dish ran away with the spoon."Jack and Echo embraced clingingly and kissed lingeringly.…Cited from The Round-Up, by John Murray and Mills Miller
In the restaurant many diners had gone; many, lingering, thought of going; waiters hovered near ready to hand bills, and empty liqueur glasses and coffee cups, and ash trays, and the dead ends of cigarettes lay under the rose lights on all the tables.Osborn had drunk a benedictine and smoked a cigar appreciatively; Marie had begun to think, reluctantly, yet clingingly, maternally, of her babies in the pink room at home.She lifted her furs from the chair back, and a waiter hurried to adjust the stole over her shoulders.…Cited from Married Life, by May Edginton
Her hands sought her breast, dwelt for an instant there.Down slipped her silken veils, clingingly, slowly, as though reluctant to unclasp her; whispering they fell from the high and tender breasts, the delicate rounded hips, and clustered about her feet in soft petalings as of some flower of pale amber foam.Out of the calyx of that flower arose the gleaming miracle of her body crowned with glowing glory of her cloudy hair.…Cited from The Metal Monster, by A. Merritt