Uncomprehendedly

At 12.55, Marsh and Pearce, accompanied by a driver, horse, and buggy, left Oakville. A mile outside in the heart of the storm Pearce faltered a second. Marsh dropped into the road beside him. “Better quit it,” he advised. Pearce, his face livid with the fierce pounding of the storm, stared at him uncomprehendedly a second. Then his numbed senses gathered the import of the advice.

“Pardon me,” said a gentle voice at his elbow, “but I’m afraid you’ve lost something?” […] / “Madam?” the gray man spoke uncomprehendedly. / “You have lost something, haven’t you?”

“Tail shaft gone?” cried the captain. / “Like a carrot,” was the second mate’s answer. / He was a man of slow wits in all things unconnected with his trade, and he stared uncomprehendedly at the skipper’s laugh.

When given her bill at the end of the day’s ride by the driver who felt that he had a mighty queer customer in the rear seat, she looked at it uncomprehendedly, he told the authorities. “Don’t you have any money,” he is reported to have asked her.

The prison cavalcade drew to a halt at Randolph, about half way to the state farm here. Pomeroy was taken out of the car. He seemed unconcerned as a guard led hmi^([sic]) to a confectionery store nearby. “What’ll you have to drink, grandpa?” the guard asked. “Grandpa,” Pomeroy’s nom de plume when writing poetry for the Charleston prison magazine, pushed his grap cap back on his head and glanced uncomprehendedly at the guard.

In an adjoining room Mooney’s 84-year-old mother, in the care of her daughter, Anna, waited uncomprehendedly the reading of the decision that once again blasted her son’s hopes for exoneration and freedom.

What would they show? So far Lucile had looked at them uncomprehendedly, but surely she was bound to guess before long. […] “It was about here that you dropped your suitcase, was it?” / No good. It was all over. The invalid looked at him uncomprehendedly. He wanted to get away.

African Evangelist Frances Adego had just preached a message of salvation through the blood of Jesus Christ to villagers in Soroti, Uganda. When the people did not respond, he pled with them to accept Jesus. They only stared at him uncomprehendedly.