... exploded once, quite as abruptly as had the giant powder. After that he chewed tobacco and drove in broody silence. ... — Casey Ryan • B. M. Bower
... world that he was past bothering about explaining things or being surprised at anything. But he seemed to get a new idea about me; he came back to the steps again, and watched my brush for a while, as if he was thinking, in a broody sort of way, of throwing up his practice and going in for house-painting. Then he ... — Over the Sliprails • Henry Lawson
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