"Coquettish" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... father had given us the history of his life, his remarks upon her mother appeared to have made a decided impression upon her, and her conduct was much more staid and demure; but as the remembrance wore off, so did her conduct become coquettish and flirting as before; still, it was impossible not to be fond of her, and even with all her caprice there was such a fund of real good feeling and amiableness, which, when called forth, was certain to appear, that I often ...
— Jacob Faithful • Captain Frederick Marryat
... shameless eyes and murmured guardedly, "Perhaps." Then she swept him a coquettish glance that meant they understood ...
— Marcia Schuyler • Grace Livingston Hill Lutz
... naturally that there was everywhere in Verona a sharp division between the Italians of all classes and their conquerors. The great green-rinded melons were never wheeled into the neighbourhood of the whitecoats. Damsels were no longer coquettish under the military glance, but hurried by in couples; and there was much scowling mixed with derisive servility, throughout the city, hard to be endured without that hostile state of the spirit which is the military mind's refuge in such cases. Itinerant musicians, ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... that when Nan came to Patty's room next morning, as she often did, she found that coquettish damsel, sitting up in bed, wrapped in a blue silk nightingale, and with a flower-decked lace cap somewhat askew on her ...
— Patty's Suitors • Carolyn Wells
... poem is also a dramatic 'scene', written 'in imitation of the mode originated by the Greek Tragic Writers'. In fact those hallowed models seem to have left far fewer traces in Barry Cornwall's verse than the Alexandrian—or pseudo-Alexandrian— tradition of meretricious graces and coquettish fancies, which the eighteenth century had already run to death. [Footnote: To adduce an example—in what is probably not an easily accessible book to-day: Proserpine, distributing her flowers, thus ...
— Proserpine and Midas • Mary Shelley
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