The smile faded and his expression became ardent.
Relief brought a smile to her lips.
The smile broadened, including the dimple.
His smile was sardonic, yet his eyes held a glint of humor.
The smile warmed his eyes.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
When it came back to her face, a slow smile erased the creases between his brows.
A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up her eager face.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
The smile faded from his face.
That sweet chocolate gaze softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
A wry smile twisted his lips, his gaze faintly annoyed.
His smile was dry, but his eyes twinkled with mirth.
Prince Andrew smiled now the same happy smile as then when he had looked into her eyes.
She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade.
They did not smile nor did they frown, or show either fear or surprise or curiosity or friendliness.
On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.
Pierre hid his face, from which a faint smile forgot to fade though his features now expressed horror and fear.
The smile returned to his lips.
His lips held a faint smile and his eyes twinkled.
She rose with the same unchanging smile with which she had first entered the room--the smile of a perfectly beautiful woman.
He looked about him with a smile which did not leave his face.
His mouth twisted in that wry smile again.
Prince Andrew smiled as he looked at his sister, as we smile at those we think we thoroughly understand.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
Be the kindhearted man you always were, she said, trying to smile though tears were in her eyes.
The stupid smile, which had left his face while he was speaking, reappeared.
Pierre was so used to that smile, and it had so little meaning for him, that he paid no attention to it.
Helene answered with a smile that she too had missed it.
The expression of that base and cringing smile, which Pierre knew so well in his wife, revolted him.
Oh, she is certainly the most charming woman in the world, she went on, with a smile at her own enthusiasm.
A blissful bright smile was fixed on the baby's broad face with its toothless open mouth.
The smile came slowly, warming his eyes - touching them with humor.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
His smile was relieved.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
She gave him her most fetching smile and stepped out of the hallway.
Alex's mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes that sought hers held a trace of humor.
She would turn her head, smile, and act as though she had heard what was said.
The prince asked her about her father, and she began to smile and talk.
His face expressed more satisfaction with himself and those around him, his smile and glance were brighter and more attractive.
Every face bore almost the same smile, expressing unseemly thoughts about the women.
In the middle of a dull and halting conversation, Helene turned to Pierre with the beautiful bright smile that she gave to everyone.
Anatole answered the Frenchwoman very readily and, looking at her with a smile, talked to her about her native land.
"Now the fun begins," thought Anatole, sitting down with a smile beside the old prince.
As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre's attention to a commotion going on at the back porch.
Her smile for him was the same as for everybody, but sometimes that smile made Pierre uncomfortable.
She looked at her and gave her alone a special smile in addition to her usual smile as hostess.
Natasha on one side was talking with Sonya and Boris, and Vera with a subtle smile was saying something to Prince Andrew.
The smile of pleasure never left his face.
When she had finished, she stepped aside and stopped at the door with a smile on her face.
When there were quarrels, his kindly smile and well-timed jests reconciled the antagonists.
A smile of pleasure never left Natasha's face.
Natasha repeated with a smile of pity at her friend's lack of comprehension.
He tried to smile but could not: his smile expressed suffering, and he silently kissed her hand and went out.
Every time he looked at his bare feet a smile of animated self-satisfaction flitted across his face.
And the same mischievous smile lingered for a long time on her face as if it had been forgotten there.
Carmen's smile was wry.
"Nothing," she said with a smile and then hugged Lisa.
Then his face engaged in a smile that created little wrinkles around his eyes and grooves in his cheeks.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
You finally learned how to smile again.
The princess pondered awhile with a thoughtful smile and her luminous eyes lit up so that her face was entirely transformed.
Dolokhov looked round but did not say anything, nor did the mocking smile on his lips change.
Seeing that smile, Rostov involuntarily smiled himself and felt a still stronger flow of love for his sovereign.
She did not sit down but looked at him with a contemptuous smile, waiting for the valet to go.
Nicholas turned with a tender smile on his face.
When she glanced at him, he was eyeing her, a wry smile twisting his lips.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
His smile was strained.
Apparently he found what he was looking for, because a smile touched the corners of his mouth and his eyes warmed.
His bright smile with the two missing front teeth faded as he realized they were leaving without her.
Tammy half skipped and hopped down the hall, throwing a shy smile over her shoulder at Lisa before disappearing into a doorway.
She rarely smiles; indeed, I have seen her smile only once or twice since I came.
When she glanced up at him, even his smile was reassuring.
His smile was smug.
A wry smile briefly touched his lips.
His smile broadened until the dimple appeared.
"I will, your excellency," said Timokhin, showing by his smile that he understood his commander's wish.