She showed little coquettish tricks of manner that were charming to my mind.
"The Trail of '98" by Robert W. Service
Jean, with a sparkle in his eye, watched the smart ankle, the neat leg, the supple waist, and the coquettish broad hat of Mme.
"The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume VIII." by Guy de Maupassant
The old hazel was making coquettish efforts to renew its youth.
""Wee Tim'rous Beasties"" by Douglas English
Quite coquettish, upon my word.
"Molly Bawn" by Margaret Wolfe Hamilton
A lady should be straightforward in her greeting, never condescending to the coquettish mannerism of letting the eyes fall during the bow.
"The Etiquette of To-day" by Edith B. Ordway
There was no hint of coquettish hesitation in its withdrawal.
"A Love Story Reversed" by Edward Bellamy
About this period she took a new interest in her dress; she grew coquettish even, and became a greater favourite than ever.
"Gulmore, The Boss" by Frank Harris
Miss Gaskett shook a coquettish finger at him.
"The Dude Wrangler" by Caroline Lockhart
Her freshness and coquettish candor were constant surprises.
"A Midnight Fantasy" by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
She laughed much, and practised, as prelude to her laughter, an impudently, coquettish, little stare.
"The History of Sir Richard Calmady" by Lucas Malet
And still a while the glittering toy,
Coquettish, seemed to shun the snare,
And then more eager grew the boy,
And followed with impetuous air.
"The Bubble Chase" by Samuel Griswold Goodrich
Beside the Guadalquivir, by orange-scented way,
The ladies of Sevilla they come at cool of day;
They wave their fans coquettish, their black eyes gleam and glow,
And all their little carriage bells a-jingle, jingle, go.
"The Little Bells Of Sevilla" by Dora Sigerson Shorter
Young girl in thy bright youth’s blushing dawn,
Graceful and joyous as sportive fawn,
There is work for thee to do,
And higher aims than to flirt and smile,
And practise each gay, coquettish wile,
Admiring glances to woo.
"Harvests" by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Now the strains of the fast galop on the perfumed air arise,
Rosy cheeks are turning carmine, brighter grow the brightest eyes,
As the whirling crowds of dancers pass again and yet again—
Girls coquettish, silly women, vapid and unmeaning men.
"The Two Birth Nights" by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon