1 His wife was a snarly-haired woman, sickly and washed-out of appearance, the mother of a brood of sullen and rabbity-looking children-- a brood which was increased regularly every year.
2 The old sow had finally been captured and she and her brood rooted and grunted happily under the house where they were penned.
3 The paddock, once full of frolicking colts and placid brood mares, was empty now except for one mule, the mule Mr. Tarleton had ridden home from the surrender.
4 Mrs. Tarleton had a brood mare and a colt and was as happy as though she had a million dollars.
5 She wearied of reading pure love stories in the magazines and sat by a radiator, beginning to brood.
6 And in this same last or shoe, that old woman of the nursery tale, with the swarming brood, might very comfortably be lodged, she and all her progeny.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 75. The Right Whale's Head—Contrasted View. 7 It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood.
8 He threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
9 But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
10 A partridge, indeed, with a brood of ten behind her, ran forward threateningly, but soon repented of her fierceness, and clucked to her young ones not to be afraid.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContext Highlight In XVIII. A FLOOD OF SUNSHINE 11 "No, thank you," I replied, turning from the table to brood over the fire.
12 If I don't brood over all I want, it is the better for me, and not the worse for anyone.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 32. THE BEGINNING OF A LONG JOURNEY 13 Had it not been for them, she would have been left alone to brood over her husband who did not love her.
14 It was an evil action, of course, but it was the sole means of escape, and better not to brood over these fearful facts.
15 His last phrase, sour smelling as the smoke of charcoal and disheartening, excited Stephen's brain, over which its fumes seemed to brood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5