Crossword-Solution: SALVATORE
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| SALVATORE | anagram | ROASTVEAL |
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| Clothier Ferragamo | 1 answer |
| Nobel-winning poet Quasimodo | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
REATE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with SALVATORE (5)
After a cheerful meal, and a good rest before a blazing fire, we again take horse, and continue our descent to Salvatore’s house—very slowly, by reason of our bruised friend being hardly able to keep the saddle, or endure the pain of motion.
Half-way up the mountain, in the old Lombard monastery of San Salvatore, he and his court took up their quarters.
Salvatore was the dark, sinister-looking waiter who attended, among other tables, to the one at the far end of the grill-room at which Archie usually sat.
Long since, through the medium of a series of friendly chats, he had heard all about Salvatore’s home in Italy, the little newspaper and tobacco shop which his mother owned down on Seventh Avenue, and a hundred other personal details.
Barge along, old thing, and let’s have it.” Salvatore, thus admonished, proceeded in a hurried undertone—with one eye on the headwaiter—to lay bare his soul.
Quotes with SALVATORE (3)
Once I am at leisure, said Salvatore, I take refuge in prose as one might in a boat. All day long I am surrounded by the clamour on the editorial floor, but in the evening I cross over to an island, and every time, the moment I read the first sentences, it is as if I were rowing far out on the water. It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.
A near half hour passed as Salvatore weaved his way through the winding tunnel, his steps slowing as he tilted back his head to sniff the air. The scent of cur was still strong, but he was beginning to pick up the distant scent of other curs, and…pure-blood. Female pureblood. Coming to a sharp halt, Salvatore savored the rich vanilla aroma that filled his senses. He loved the smell of women. Hell, he loved women. But this was different. It was intoxicating.“Cristo,” he breath…
Hey, Salvo," asked Max when they had almost fallen asleep. "May I write your story?""Don't you dare, amico" was Salvatore's reply. "Kindly come up with your own storia, young Massimo. If you take mine, I'll have none left of my own
Where this answer appears
Appears in: NYT.
Used 1 time in crossword archives (1996).