She beamed at my appearance, and her every word was caressing and deferential.
But Angelique beamed with joy before the commencement of the realisation of her dream.
Your own beauty, my fair townswomen, would have beamed upon you, out of my scene.
But he did not yet declare the passion that beamed in his eyes.
And if they beamed upon little Jim, he beamed back with interest.
He beamed, as usual, until he sat down with the new drawings.
She beamed on her sister, waiting for an expected compliment.
She beamed with delight at the recollection, and she said no more.
“I have been wanting to know you ever since I first spied you this morning,” she beamed.
It beamed with inquisitive intelligence, and yet had the innocence almost of infancy.