Word: grinningly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Chamberlain listened his face broke into a broad grin. When the call was finished he went back to the sideboard and filled up his glass again, for here was something better than a 40-lb. salmon. The young man at the Treasury had just finished balancing Britain's books for the fiscal year. The Treasury could now announce a surplus of ?31,148,000, greatest since 1923-24, and an achievement in belt-tightening unmatched by any other country since Depression...
...McLaglen, almost in hysteria, surveying the mounds of his comrades, digging his own grave, and settling into it with a machine gun and a rifle; old trooper Denny detailing the willing charms of various duskies; Karloff, crazed into fanaticism, striding in his rags, lighting the dunes with his sanctified grin, and deliberately poking into the sand, at every step, his eight-foot, roughwood cross...
...chauffeur sped a man and woman from California into Arizona. When it failed to stop at the border inspection station near Toprock, an irate motorcycle policeman chased it a mile down the road, waved it to the side of the road. He looked at the two passengers. A sheepish grin came over his face. He waved them on. At Holbrook, Ariz., stopping for the night, they registered as Robert Brown and Mary Jones, took rooms 12 & 17. Next morning as they paid their bill, Hotel Proprietor Joe Gerwitz looked at the woman in dark glasses, smirked. They sped away, stopped...
...another matter. "You know," he opened, "Professor Kittredge sent two of his students here yesterday." He pulled his hat down an inch. "Sure, he told them to ask me a question. If Bacon wrote Shakespere, then who wrote Bacon? Of course, Mr. Samuel's face took on a comprehending grin, "of course, Professor Kittredge is only jesting. But I'm serious about this book. I'll give my fortune and my life to teach the lesson that is in it. Now here's my idea," he yanked his hat down on top of a pair of bushy eyebrows...
...roaming along the bookshelves looking for some ancient tome. As he paced down the gallery a queer little man with a roguish permanent grin came to his side, watching him curiously. Professor Lake was about to ask the stranger if he knew the where-abouts of the needed volume, but before he could say anything the gnomic little man caught him by the arm, and, chuckling a typically library-muted chuckle, pulled him for miles along the gallery. After a long walk in silence they came to a large room, set apart from the rest of the great library, which...