Smiling

Examples

• His mouth was such a post-office of a mouth that he had a mechanical appearance of smiling. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• The peninsula of Italy was not then the smiling land of vineyards and olive orchards it has since become. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Oh, bring him by all means, she said smiling; perhaps I can get a tip out of him on my own account. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• My dear George, returns the elder, concentrating his strong steady brow upon him and smiling confidently, leave that to me, and let me try. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• You appear to feel it so,' rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, who was literally red-hot. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• He looked with smiling penetration; and, on receiving no answer, added, _She_ ought not to be angry with you, I suspect, whatever he may be. Jane Austen. Emma.
• Handsome faces--eyes particularly, answered Meg, smiling to herself in the dark. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• There you are, said Holmes, smiling. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• But his eyes were beautiful and soft and immune from stress or excitement, beautiful and smiling lightly to her, smiling with her. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• There is no fruition in their vacant kindness, and sharp rocks lurk beneath the smiling ripples of these shallow waters. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• A look of terror came over the sweet smiling face, and she clung to George as by an instinct. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Very well,' said this gentleman, briskly smiling, and folding his arms. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Here Mr. Guppy's mother fell into an extraordinary passion of rolling her head and smiling waggishly at anybody who would look at her. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I queried, smiling. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• Miss Moss, a dark-eyed maid in curl-papers, appeared with the teapot, and, smiling, asked the Colonel how he had slep? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.

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