inexpressively

This, then, he said inexpressively, is why you came?

So inexpressively that they cannot at first understand him; it is his old housekeeper who makes out what he wants and brings in a slate.

Yet Stephane can travel this landscape quietly and inexpressively, except in the remarkable moment when he describes his isolation.

He waved his spotty old hands inexpressively.

It was set perfectly and inexpressively.

Young corn has something inexpressively pure and tender about it, which awakens the same emotion as the expression of a sleeping baby.

A smile, inexpressively sweet for all its briefness, flick-ered across her lips.

She was clearly surprised, but all they said was said low and inexpressively, because they were speaking out into the cool dark night.

Those of Bagoas followed them, inexpressively.

On the way from the hospital, everything he saw in the streets was inexpressively beautiful, the light clearer than he remembered, 'the spaces more infinite'.

She looked inexpressively mischievous, high-spirited, fascinating.

Then, "Arthur, Arthur," whispered an inexpressively peevish, rasping voice, "is that you?

Such, it seems to us who wait at present almost inexpressively outside the immediate clamours of a mere artificial loyalty, are the splendid possibilities of the time.

Mrs Hominy shook her head with a melancholy smile that said, not inexpressively, 'They corrupt even the language in that old country!'

In art critic Charles Buchanan's words, Dearth was more or less repainting Barbizon, but was "inexpressively exquisite" and "a supreme gentleman of aethetics".

In any event, he stared silently, inexpressively, at his subordinate for quite a few seconds, stared through steel-rimmed spectacles whose assiduously polished lenses gleamed as brightly as his bald spot.

I remember his heavy, inexpressively handsome face lighting to his rare smile at the sight of me, and how little I dreamt of the tragic entanglement that was destined to involve us both.

Mr. Tsuruyama, who has worked with the Japanese Butoh troupe Dai Rakuda Kan and with Maurice Bejart and the film director Peter Greenaway, pushed slowly and inexpressively about the dark stage in a red wig, his face and hands painted white.