Wilhelmina was worried, for the sightseers from Blackwater had disappeared as soon as Wunpost rode away; and now, two days later, his dog had come back, meeching and whining and licking its feet.
1917-1927, Edna St. Vincent Millay, The King's Henchman, page 72:
Thou art a chapman and a chafferer;
And cheapenest with thy meeching whine
Thy loveliest wares!
1984, Nineteenth-century fiction: a bibliographical catalogue based on the collection formed by Robert Lee Wolff, page 54:
[…] but one suspects the author him(?)self regards Gladys as a meeching whining little cat (which is the way she seems to me) who could have and should have held on to Colonel Revel if she'd had the guts and character to keep him guessing […]
