Yellowly

1864, Henry T. Spicer, “Mrs. Lirriper’s Legacy: Another Past Lodger Relates What Lot He Drew at Glumper House”, in All the Year Round, Extra Christmas Number, 1 December, 1864, Part 4, p. 28, After rice appeared the much-dreaded pie, glaring yellowly, with its coarse pretentious outside—prototype of many a living humbug—veiling one knows not what of false and vile.

The light of the bicycle lamp sheered yellowly across the dark, catching a glint of raindrops, a mist of darkness, shadow of leaves and strokes of long grass.

He showed his tartar-coated teeth in a fatherly smile. […] when he crossed the room, yellowly smiling, he might have been about to kiss the bride.

She had a black cat. It regarded me yellowly through the window screen when I rang her doorbell.