I want no sham farce of friendship between us, benefits given or received: your hand touching mine as it might touch Bone's or David Gaunt's; your voice cooing in my ear as it did just now, cool and friendly.

We there saw two game-cocks, which, so far from fighting, (though they had been selected from the most approved breed,) billed and cooed like turtle-doves.

She turned quickly to the bundle, talking and cooing to it as she took it in her arms, and then she pulled back the bearskin so that Kazan could see.

A flight of green parrots sweep screaming above your head, the golden oriole or mango bird, the koel, with here and there a red-tufted bulbul, make a faint attempt at a chirrup; but as a rule the deep silence is unbroken, save by the melancholy hoot of some blinking owl, and the soft monotonous coo of the ringdove or the green pigeon.

He turned his head towards her, and flickered his baby hands, and cooed with that indescribable voice that goes to every woman's heart.

Afterward, dry-clad and warm, sitting in her pet chair, Jack Junior cooing at her from a nest among cushions on the floor, the natural reaction set in, and she laughed at herself.

Paris is not easily excited over an intrigue conducted according to the established codes by which the intriguers bury their heads in the sand, as a form of pretence that nobody knows that they are billing and cooing beneath the sand, though of course everybody knows it, and they know that everybody knows it, except possibly the one other person most interested.

"The pretty parsonage encircled with verdure, With its white pigeons cooing on the roof, Assumes to the sun a saucy air of sanctity And permits a smell of cooking to go forth.

"Sit down and make yourselves comfortable," said A Brigade to X Brigade. X Brigade complied, and having been furnished with refreshment, led off with the inevitable question "Does oneerget shelled much here?" There was a reassuring coo from A Brigade.

However, by dint of entreaties whispered through key-holes and persuasions cooed under window-shutters, I charmed most of them open again and got my troop under cover, with the exception of one section.

"I was cooing about Michelangelo and Paul said, 'yes, but he used shitty marble.'

"That made him hedge and before long we were cooing over a bottle of wine like a couple of turtle doves.