bad-mouth

Terrorism is bad news anywhere, but especially rough on Odessa, where the city motto seems to be “make love, not war.”

Aristide washed and powdered Jean himself, the landlord lounging by, pipe in mouth, administering suggestions.

Sol got up, slowly; took a backward step into the yard; filled his lungs, opened his mouth, made his eyes round.

But such a thing had, nevertheless, come quite glibly out of her mouth, and she knew not why.

Miss Smith immediately rises from the table, puts up her dear little mouth to her papa to be kissed.

The "bad form" of telling a lie to the head-master is a later illustration of the same thing.