The men turned to and heaved away the fallen stones under which the water oozed Muddily.
"Hetty Wesley"
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
In the raw December twilight she tramped Muddily into Mrs. Richie's firelit parlor, which was fragrant with hyacinths blossoming on every window- sill.
"The Iron Woman"
Margaret Deland
In the same street to-day, which must be but little changed, you may still imagine the furious assemblages by those black dye-stained waters that flow Muddily beneath their multitude of bridges from the Place des Ponts de Robec to the eastern confines of the town.
"The Story of Rouen"
Sir Theodore Andrea Cook