Crossword clues for grinned
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Grin \Grin\, v. i. [imp. & p. p. Grinned; p. pr. & vb. n. Grinning.] [OE. grinnen, grennen, AS. grennian, Sw. grina; akin to D. grijnen, G. greinen, OHG. grinan, Dan. grine.
To show the teeth, as a dog; to snarl.
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To set the teeth together and open the lips, or to open the mouth and withdraw the lips from the teeth, so as to show them, as in laughter, scorn, or pain.
The pangs of death do make him grin.
--Shak.
Wiktionary
vb. (en-past of: grin)
WordNet
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Usage examples of "grinned".
His face straight, he grinned at Prew with his eyebrows, and a devilish pixy peered out from behind his face with unholy glee.
But it was almost as if The Warden saw his hand around the mug beneath the water, for he grinned lovingly again and walked away, leaving Prew standing there absurdly with his daredevilish romantic picture of himself rising with the cup in murderous triumph.
All of them, excepting Prew, laughed, even Billy laughed, and Angelo seated on his perch grinned as smugly as the parrot who has just four-letter-worded the old maid out of the room in the cartoon.
Then he grinned what Prew always remembered afterwards as the saddest, gentlest, bitterest, warmest grin he had ever seen on a human face.
Prew grinned after him and went back to scrubbing down, feeling good now, feeling really fine, feeling wonderful, with the ferriswheel sickishness coming in his belly and the heavy, pendulous, full bellying swinging maleness rising, and with Maggio waiting on him in the Dayroom to play pool.
He grinned as he pulled the last word with his mouth, twisting it the way a badly silvered mirror subtly changes faces.
He took the forms that Leva handed him and grinned and winked down at the cadaverous Italian.
He grinned and flipped his cigarette and exhaled, watching the smoke float into the sun where it suddenly became full-bodied, visible in all its unending whirls.
Prew grinned, trying to make the grin convincing, looking up from the steaming sink he was bent over, naked to the waist, his dungarees and shoes soaked with sweat and soapy water.
He, who could never get up nerve enough to even go to a whorehouse unless someone was with him, chuckled and grinned shyly at his own deception.
His round face grinned lazily, belying the tremendous strength that was underneath the fat.
Warden grinned happily, watching the lovely beautiful brilliant shuttling of the bottle as it wove and wound and spun the web of unreality, of talk about them both, relaxing into it.
Warden grinned, it felt as if his face was cracking, and waited till he left.
Maggio grinned, then laughed, the fiery Italian anger gone as quick as it had come.
He grinned, flatly because all this had stopped being funny, but broadly because he liked this one and did not want to hurt her any more than he had to to get free of her.