...chortle, and Hannah stirred in her sleep, throwing both chubby arms over her head. Clutched tightly in her left hand they saw a rosary of ... — The Little Mixer • Lillian Nicholson Shearon
... seat. He leaned forward, and watched Newman with hawklike intensity. But Newman gave him little cause to chortle; his head dropped again upon his breast, and he ... — The Blood Ship • Norman Springer
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