"Well," said papa, rather Growlingly, "what then?"
"Daisy in the Field"
Elizabeth Wetherell
Mr. Cruncher, in an access of loyalty, Growlingly repeated the words after Miss Pross, like somebody at church.
"A Tale of Two Cities A Story of the French Revolution"
Charles Dickens
He waved me aside in the middle of a sentence, and Growlingly asked Miss Snaith if she couldn't economize a little on carbolic acid.
"Dear Enemy"
Jean Webster