mutely appealing

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  • At the end of a year, he was mutely appealing to his mother for sympathy. Cited from The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather
  • It was a natural one; a man would work all the better when he saw his own roof mutely appealing to be defended, and thought of the dear ones that were there. Cited from Expositions of Holy Scripture: Various, Maclaren
  • Craig patted Rusty whose big brown eyes seemed mutely appealing. Cited from The Exploits of Elaine, Arthur B. Reeve
  • Here was the pride of poverty, if not poverty itself, and it was with a pang that we parted from these mutely appealing ladies. Cited from Familiar Spanish Travels, by W. D. Howells
  • In its occasional moments of reason, it would look piteously as if mutely appealing, and then the next convulsion would take it and seem to leave it just at death's door. Cited from The Wonders of Prayer, by Various
  • Midas demanded, throwing back his head, and mutely appealing to an unseen arbiter in the corner of the ceiling. Cited from The Heart of Una Sackville, by Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
  • Hawkins ceased speaking and looked at the landlord as if mutely appealing for his aid in making clear to me what occurred at this third tryst with the mysterious "lady from London." Cited from The Green Eyes of Bast, by Sax Rohmer
  • Sometimes they leaped high out of the waters, like immense sea monsters, the out-spreading limbs showing a startling resemblance to the arms of a drowning person mutely appealing for help. Cited from The Land of Mystery, by Edward S. Ellis
  • I knew what I ought to do, but Ellen's image was ever before me, mutely appealing against her wrongs, and I pictured her deserted and with her life spoiled. Cited from The Autobiography of Mark Rutherford, Rutherford
  • The colour ebbed still further from Dreda's cheeks, her eyes grew wide and tragic, she extended her hands towards Susan, as if mutely appealing for help, and felt them clasped with a strong protecting pressure. Cited from Etheldreda the Ready, by Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
  • A terrified squaw, clasping her baby to her breast, bursts from the nearest tepee, pauses one instant as though paralyzed, and then, with unerring instinct, holding her little one on high, runs straight forward, mutely appealing, straight for the galloping line. Cited from Under Fire, by Charles King