a-talking

Those was the times when old Jemmy Catnach, as you're a-talking of, made his money, Sir.

James Catnach, Ballad-monger, Part 2 Steve 2009

And when we did begin to get over it, and I saw the pretty child a-talking, pleased and quick and eager and busy, to her mother, in the signs that I had first taught her mother, the happy and yet pitying tears fell rolling down my face.

Doctor Marigold 2007

But in the end, forsooth, he was forgetting Birdalone, what she was, and he fell a-talking, always with much pomp and state, as if to barons and earls, and great ladies; till suddenly his head fell back, he turned over on his face, and all wit was gone from him.

The Water of the Wondrous Isles 2007

As they went, the knight fell a-talking to Birdalone, and that without any of the covert jeering which he had used erewhile; and he showed her places in the dale, as caverns under the burgs, and little eyots in the stream, and certain stones amongst the

The Water of the Wondrous Isles 2007

Ain't nobody going to see no movies starring Reese Witherspoon or Catherine Zeta Jones if they start a-talking like that.

"On paper, they look an awful lot like Hillary Rodham Clinton." Ann Althouse 2007

Ain't nobody going to see no movies starring Reese Witherspoon or Catherine Zeta Jones if they start a-talking like that.

"On paper, they look an awful lot like Hillary Rodham Clinton." Ann Althouse 2007

And when we did begin to get over it, and I saw the pretty child a-talking, pleased and quick and eager and busy, to her mother, in the signs that I had first taught her mother, the happy and yet pitying tears fell rolling down my face.

Doctor Marigold 2007

Ain't nobody going to see no movies starring Reese Witherspoon or Catherine Zeta Jones if they start a-talking like that.

"On paper, they look an awful lot like Hillary Rodham Clinton." Ann Althouse 2007

Then the imaginary spectators would fall a-talking of the fashionableness of bicycling, — how judges And stockbrokers and actresses and, in fact, all the best people rode, and how that it was often the fancy of such great folk to shun the big hotels, the adulation of urban crowds, and seek, incognito, the cosy quaintnesses of village life.

The Wheels of Chance: a bicycling idyll Herbert George 2006

I seemed to forget about her even while she was there a-talking to me.

Twelve Stories and a Dream, by H. G. Wells Herbert George 2006