Kingsnorth leaned forward, his hands loosely clasped between his knees.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
He closed the door again, stood there for a minute making up his mind, and went slowly over to where she was sitting listlessly in a chair, her hands folded loosely in her lap.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
The animals were on a low pan, which seemed to be loosely run into the main pack.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook