slowly and ponderously

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  • Then he went slowly and ponderously up-stairs to bed. Cited from Dangerous Days, by Mary Roberts Rinehart
  • We greet each other, and we talk as he shakes me slowly and ponderously by the hand. Cited from Look Back on Happiness, by Knut Hamsun
  • The estate agent arose slowly and ponderously, drawing his shawl about him. Cited from Scarhaven Keep, by J. S. Fletcher
  • The boat-builder shook his head slowly and ponderously. Cited from The Tempting of Tavernake, by E. Oppenheim
  • Rowley turned at last, slowly and ponderously and nobly, as he did everything, and addressed himself to Henry Wimbush. Cited from Crome Yellow, by Aldous Huxley
  • Slowly and ponderously he began the dragging recover, with the muscular skill of a man long inured to the gruesome business. Cited from The Luck of the Mounted, by Ralph S. Kendall
  • Nancy was superintending the boys, the elderly woman had a comfortable chair by the fire, and Hannah was slowly and ponderously setting the table. Cited from Undertow, Kathleen Norris
  • Now here, chancing to meet Duke Jocelyn's shrewd gaze, Friar John slowly and ponderously winked one round, bright eye. Cited from The Geste of Duke Jocelyn, by Jeffery Farnol
  • It crossed the floor on hurried excursions to different parts of the room, and then, hesitating for a moment at the head of the stairs, came slowly and ponderously down until Mrs. Vickers, looking somewhat nervous, stood revealed before her expectant husband. Cited from Dialstone Lane, Part 3, by W.W. Jacobs
  • But the mute, hobbling uncertainly, was not a steady mark and under the whistle of arrows received and sent, he blundered up the causeway leading to the Gate of the Old Wall, and the portal slowly and ponderously closed behind him. Cited from The City of Delight, by Elizabeth Miller
  • I then pictured these three straight-forward monsters, century after century, writhing through the shades, grim as blacksmiths; crawling so slowly and ponderously, that not only did toad-stools and all fungus things grow beneath their feet, but a sooty moss sprouted upon their backs. Cited from The Piazza Tales, by Herman Melville
  • The guests, however, had plenty to eat and drink, and carried away pockets full of tobacco and cigars, but it was rather pathetic to see the worn-out and weary farmers dragging their tired limbs slowly and ponderously down the avenue with a look of "Why all this?" depicted on their faces. Cited from Sunny Side of Diplomatic Life, 1875-1912, Lillie DeHegermann-Lindencrone