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  1     I|         paw and passed it over the face of the slumberer, who thereupon
  2     I|           make out nothing but the face. It was a peculiar face,
  3     I|            face. It was a peculiar face, with eyes that looked strangely
  4     I|            his own eyes. The whole face was fat but colourless,
  5     I|           lines and creases of his face, he wore such a patriarchal
  6     I|       expression of his became his face, and wholly distorted its
  7     I|           withered, parchment-like face peevishly regarding the
  8     I|     contracted his rotund, foolish face into a squarish shape, twitched
  9     I|          pulled an ugly, acidulous face, shook his head, constrained
 10     I|            till he got blue in the face.~ ~ ~ ~While these things
 11     I|         was quite overwhelmed. The face beneath was clean-shaved,
 12     I|           your commands, sir?" His face showed at the same time
 13     I|      without moving a muscle of my face. And so my mouldy four hundred
 14     I|     Abellino, impatiently, and his face began to wear an impertinent,
 15     I|           deeply agitated, and his face suddenly turned pale. "What!
 16     I|             and at that moment his face wore an almost heroic expression, "
 17    II|      changing the character of the face. The hair is parted, smoothed
 18    II|           of about seventy, with a face gracious to amiability,
 19    II|           beautiful white, but his face quite red and clean-shaved,
 20   III|         burgher of the town, whose face seemed full of angry dignity
 21   III|            had silver buttons; his face was red, his moustache pointed,
 22   III|          effect was visible on his face when he came back again.~ ~
 23   III|       maidenhair, leaving only his face free, and thus forming a
 24   III|        satisfied expression of his face he evidently thought to
 25   III|         competing youths. In every face was to be seen a confident
 26   III|         meet each other they stand face to face, rubbing foreheads,
 27   III|           other they stand face to face, rubbing foreheads, lowing
 28   III|     without moving a muscle of his face, raking the dollars in with
 29    IV|           he was addressing in the face, which bashfulness deprived
 30    IV|       every one was looking at his face, but he also knew that his
 31    IV|          but he also knew that his face was distorted enough to
 32     V|       somewhere, she suddenly came face to face in the street with
 33     V|          she suddenly came face to face in the street with Matilda,
 34     V|            eyes, and a bold, manly face. There was nothing slovenly
 35     V|            eyes and a rosy, chubby face so full of colour that even
 36     V|            stage in fancy costume, face to face with a lot of lazy
 37     V|          in fancy costume, face to face with a lot of lazy young
 38     V|          but it was clear from his face that there was something
 39     V|           day, she did meet with a face with eyes and features and
 40     V|           one quite different. The face which Dame Kramm pointed
 41    VI|             and feared to show her face in the street lest she should
 42    VI|            him. A distrust of that face grew up in her heart, and
 43    VI|        coarse-handed artisan's big face turned dark red with rage,
 44    VI|            drew back her head; her face was pale, her eyes looked
 45    VI|        down before her and hid her face in her bosom, sobbing loudly.~ ~"
 46    VI|        expression of the artisan's face, opining, as he no doubt
 47    VI|       doubt did, that an artisan's face has no business to have
 48    VI|           that the young artisan's face showed no signs of anxiety
 49    VI|        calmness was written on his face - regret you might even
 50    VI|           from the paleness of his face it was plain that he was
 51   VII|           between them. Kárpáthy's face, at such moments, was always
 52   VII|           row of the fat game, his face beaming with satisfaction
 53   VII|          here?"~ ~Palko made a wry face at these words, and dropped
 54   VII|         whole year when he met him face to face, to the intense[
 55   VII|            when he met him face to face, to the intense[Pg 168]
 56   VII|          asked Master Jock, with a face beaming with joy.~ ~"Come,
 57   VII|           Master Jock's long-drawn face grew beautifully round again.
 58   VII|          excellent humour, and his face beamed, though he drank
 59   VII|        stretched out his arms, his face the while distorted by a
 60   VII|         bailiff pulled the sort of face a man would naturally have
 61  VIII|           had disappeared from his face, the drunken puffiness from
 62  VIII|      Boltay. When first I saw your face, I was prepared for that
 63  VIII|            and kissing his stubbly face with her round red lips. "
 64  VIII|           lived in her heart - the face of that man whom she loved,
 65  VIII|          before her when no living face was near her, and oh, then,
 66  VIII|           at liberty to behold the face and hear the voice of her
 67    IX|           sensitive mother hid her face in her daughter's bosom,
 68    IX|          she could see her cunning face, and through that cunning
 69    IX|           and through that cunning face right into that cunning
 70    IX|             What eyebrows! And his face, too, so pale and refined,
 71    IX|            regarded her daughter's face a little more attentively,
 72    IX|         distinguished guest with a face even paler than usual; but
 73    IX|    appeared again.~ ~But how every face had changed!~ ~Fanny's face
 74    IX|        face had changed!~ ~Fanny's face was no longer pale, but
 75    IX|         the very next room he came face to face with a lackey who
 76    IX|          next room he came face to face with a lackey who had long
 77    IX|            triumphant, provocative face to the very end. He would
 78    IX|     beautiful bosom. And then that face, that complexion like a
 79    IX|         efforts to put on a solemn face, when his mouth was regularly
 80    IX|         Fennimore's naturally pale face grew blue and green, and,
 81    IX|         very alarmed expression of face, forced his way through
 82    IX|          or moving a muscle of his face. As for Abellino, he was
 83     X|             Varga had never had to face so rigorous an ordeal.~ ~
 84     X|         emotion written on Fanny's face showed that she appreciated
 85     X|      possible to find on the whole face of the earth a couple so
 86     X|           in there came - not that face, not that figure which Fanny
 87     X|             A glance at the lady's face had suddenly convinced Squire
 88     X|          grow burning hot, and her face flushed purple; she could
 89     X|            in her arms, kissed her face, and compelled her to do
 90     X|           the best of humours; his face beamed, he laughed aloud,
 91    XI|           her happy. And her whole face, her whole figure, seems
 92    XI|        knowledge that every pretty face she sees will cause her
 93   XII|            with him.~ ~While every face was still beaming with delight,
 94  XIII|      twenty years younger, and his face beamed at the thought[Pg
 95  XIII|            Rudolf were now to come face to face with me, and see
 96  XIII|           were now to come face to face with me, and see me" - and
 97  XIII|                 Tis he!"~ ~Flora's face that instant grew redder
 98  XIII|          God!" cried Rudolf, whose face still burned with the kisses
 99  XIII|          lady clinging to him. Her face was pale and her bosom heaved.
100  XIII|           flying locks flapped his face: and she had a hundredfold
101  XIII|        understand her, and a manly face that might serve her for
102  XIII|         day she must see the happy face of her friend, and listen
103  XIII|          to sigh, as she got up to face it: "Yet another day!"~ ~
104    XV|            his shoulders, sat down face to face with Mr. Kecskerey,
105    XV|        shoulders, sat down face to face with Mr. Kecskerey, and
106    XV|       utmost indignation, into the face of their proposer, but he
107    XV|             Kecskerey pulled a wry face.~ ~"My dear friend, I know
108   XVI|      visible on her honest, lovely face as she pressed Fanny between
109   XVI|      visible on his handsome noble face. Loud cries of "Éljen! éljen!"
110   XVI|         she flung them back in his face was equivalent, among friends,
111   XVI|     disquietude was visible on his face, and as often as he encountered
112   XVI|        lover's kiss on her radiant face.~ ~"Ah, stop!" cried Flora,
113   XVI|        despite of that honest open face of yours, in spite of those
114   XVI|          me the truth!"~ ~Rudolf's face grew serious, he fell a-thinking,
115  XVII| displeasure on the lady's handsome face; she was as captivating,
116  XVII|            she again locked in his face.~ ~Now this was the most
117  XVII|        speak, but she hardened her face as well as her heart, and
118  XVII|        escape from him. They stood face to face.~ ~The young man
119  XVII|            him. They stood face to face.~ ~The young man approached
120  XVII|          was not pale now, but her face burned like fire when she
121  XVII|         streams down her beautiful face as she sank into an armchair.~ ~
122  XVII|                And she covered her face with her hands, and wept.~ ~
123 XVIII|       truth now, I suppose?"~ ~His face could not hide the fury
124   XIX|          and kissed his little red face again and again with his
125   XIX|        terrified Kárpáthy, and his face turned blue.~ ~"Look now,
126   XIX|            death upon her glorious face, with the pallor of death
127   XIX|            hands, was praying, her face concealed among the pillows.
128   XIX|        sweat had vanished from her face.~ ~"My husband, my dear
129   XIX|     heaving breast, and kissed the face of the sleeping child, who
130    XX|            of him there below. Her face stood before him now as
131   XXI|       there with a cold, immovable face while all this was being
132   XXI|      writing. Only on the Squire's face was there no sign of sadness.
133   XXI|            see the happier country face to face. If you hear that
134   XXI|            happier country face to face. If you hear that I am sick,
135  XXII|        into the corridor, and came face to face with old Paul.~ ~"
136  XXII|         corridor, and came face to face with old Paul.~ ~"What is
137  XXII|            one glance at the quiet face assured him that there was