Word: relishingly
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...Devout Sex. Far from being an "enthusiast" himself, Msgr. Knox is sometimes unable to suppress a faint shudder at the uncouth excesses with which his subject compels him to deal. But for the most part he treats his material with the warm antiquarian relish of a jurist whose hobby is delving into the idiosyncrasies of safecrackers...
...traveler in 1922 complained: "Some of these tea-sorters are as much addicted to maternity as the cigarette-makers of Seville, and not a few carry young bead-eyed Mongolians slung in wide black bands over one hip. These pigtailed little toddlers do not always heighten one's relish for the finished tea, as the big piles of leaves ready for sorting and perfuming are oftentimes their playgrounds, and through and over them they tumble and waddle with infantile disregard for consequences...
...With relish, Lawyer Nowell started digging into Beulah's background. He made Beulah's whimpering mother tell how she had taken her daughter to juke joints at the age of 13, using her as a stalking-horse for men. Beulah had never known that love could mean happiness. For her it was only the assortment of men-big or little, decent or nasty-that her mother picked up. But nevertheless she thought her mother was kind: "For one thing, she only turned the nicest ones over to me, the businessmen...
...State Department, which used to give the impression that it wouldn't stoop to retaliation, has since developed the habit. Last week it struck back at Rumania. With undisguised relish, State notified the seven-member Rumanian diplomatic staff in Washington that henceforth they were to stay within a 35-mile radius of the capital, leave the area only by specific permission from the State Department's Chief of Protocol. Short of living in Red Rumania, there were few diplomatic punishments as bad as spending an unrelieved summer in the jungle heat of Washington...
...After a parade and concert, aged (76) Sim Webb, who had sat on the fireman's side of the Cannonball Express cab that night, rose and told again how he had jumped to safety before the crash. Casey's widow Janie, eightyish but still perky enough to relish an occasional nip of bourbon, also had her say. She indignantly denied the song lines attributed...