1 She was no longer the listless creature who had lived at his side in a state of sullen self-absorption, but a mysterious alien presence, an evil energy secreted from the long years of silent brooding.
2 There was an air of studied and determined cheerfulness about the whole family which brought a colder chill to Scarlett's bones than the bitterness of Mimosa or the deathly brooding of Pine Bloom.
3 And she could only stare speechless at his brooding face.
4 Her brooding look, as of a mind withdrawn yet not averted, seemed to Mr. Rosedale full of a subtle encouragement.
5 He who had had to subsist on mere fugitive glances, looks winged in flight and swiftly lost under covert, now found her eyes settling on him with a brooding intensity that fairly dazzled him.
6 Her opinionation seemed dead; she had no apparent desire for escape; her brooding centered on Hugh.
7 She slipped back into brooding upon the habituality of the house.
8 And so too, all the added moodiness which always afterwards, to the very day of sailing in the Pequod on the present voyage, sat brooding on his brow.
9 When he was out hunting, he used to go into the empty log house and sit there, brooding.
10 Marija sat for a minute or two, brooding somberly.
11 Montcalm lingered long and melancholy on the strand where he had been left by his companion, brooding deeply on the temper which his ungovernable ally had just discovered.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 17 12 At such moments it would not have been difficult to have fancied the dusky savage the Prince of Darkness brooding on his own fancied wrongs, and plotting evil.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 27 13 And they were cut off from their own class by the brooding, obstinate, shut-up nature of Sir Geoffrey, their father, whom they ridiculed, but whom they were so sensitive about.
14 But his silent, brooding insistence that it should be so was hard for Clifford to bear up against.
15 One afternoon, as she sat brooding, watching the water bubbling coldly in John's Well, the keeper had strode up to her.