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 1 1 |            with a sword argent in pale, and the terrible~motto,
 2 2 |      wrought in her features.~Her pale, hollow face, to which the
 3 4 |          the tip of his nose grew pale.~ ~"You had company to-day,"
 4 8 |        The pupils of her eyes are pale sea-green,~floating on their
 5 8 |           drops disdainfully. Her pale~cheeks have no color unless
 6 8 |         architect. The eyes, of a pale blue, once brilliant, are
 7 8 |          turn and rend that cold, pale spectre of a man.~Ignorant
 8 9 | blue-bells that gave value to the pale tints of her creped~curls,
 9 11|          will at least gather the pale and fragile, but delightful
10 11|         Beatrix.~ ~Calyste turned pale. In spite of all that Camille
11 14|         me?"~ ~Calyste was deadly pale; he stood with his back
12 14|       Beatrix up and~dressed, but pale, feeble, and languid. No
13 14|            have souls of the same pale tint as their light eyes,
14 16|        foam. Calyste was~thin and pale; his strength was diminishing,
15 16|            warming himself in the pale and tepid sunshine,~alone
16 16|       added in a low~voice.~ ~The pale, thin face of the youth
17 18|       pressed it, making him turn pale.~ ~"Thank you, Calyste,
18 18|           arm-chair and became as pale as~death. Bretons possess
19 26|      resources. To her, he seemed pale indeed, after~the brilliancy
20 26|       sight of him standing thus, pale and livid, that~caused Beatrix
21 26|         face; which turned deadly pale as his eyes were opened