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  1        I|      sadness was visible upon each face; lips were placed cautiously
  2        I|        fellow, with an intelligent face, who, perhaps, read Father
  3       II|          blessed with an energetic face, and an intelligence far
  4       II|          never should I forget her face as it looked at that moment.
  5      III|          this pallid and emaciated face, cut in two by an immense
  6      III|  battle-axe in the crusades.~ ~His face revealed his character.
  7       IV|          sublime expression to her face.~ ~She was so beautiful
  8        V|          wife presented a tranquil face, even while she trembled
  9        V|     clasped his so warmly, and his face betrayed an ineffable satisfaction.~ ~“
 10       VI|          his father.~ ~The baron’s face was grave, even sad; but
 11       VI|          tears which inundated her face—tears of joy and of gratitude.~ ~
 12       VI|          Lacheneur’s eyes; but his face soon resumed its gloomy
 13       VI|            roar of cannon.~ ~Every face grew pale. Circumstances
 14       IX|          sublime expression of her face.~ ~Reason returned; he realized
 15       XI|        enemy, to strike him in the face, and compel him to engage
 16       XI|         that one could cast in the face of the former emigres, who
 17       XI|          did the expression of his face, his glance, and his gestures
 18      XII|           expression illumined her face, what passion shone in those
 19     XIII|       young marquis had taught his face not to betray his feelings.~ ~
 20     XIII|        discovering, upon Martial’s face, some indication of his
 21      XIV|          expressed on almost every face.~ ~Still no one spoke; hesitation
 22       XV|          did not seem to hear. His face was scarlet, his lips were
 23      XVI|        remained silently standing, face to face, she apparently
 24      XVI|         silently standing, face to face, she apparently calm, he
 25      XVI|           and well formed, and his face indicated more than average
 26      XVI|           upon the stage, with his face painted red and white.”~ ~“
 27     XVII|          new freak is this doleful face the preface?” he wondered.~ ~
 28     XVII|            duchess.”~ ~She hid her face in her hands to conceal
 29     XVII|          trace of emotion upon her face.~ ~“What dissimulation!”
 30     XVII|          strange expression on the face of her friend. How often
 31     XVII|     turning quickly, found herself face to face with her father.~ ~
 32     XVII|     quickly, found herself face to face with her father.~ ~Lacheneur’
 33     XVII|          her father.~ ~Lacheneur’s face was whiter than his linen,
 34    XVIII|        fatal verdict in the solemn face of the judge.~ ~He had need
 35    XVIII|          Very well! look me in the face, in the eyes, and tell me
 36    XVIII|           this?”~ ~She averted her face and made no reply. She could
 37       XX|    suddenly a cloud overspread his face; he knit his brows, and
 38      XXI|            partially concealed her face; “I wish to share the dangers
 39    XXIII|           of princes!”~ ~Martial’s face betrayed successively profound
 40     XXIV|       general does not desert when face to face with the enemy.
 41     XXIV|            not desert when face to face with the enemy. If a panic
 42     XXIV|           her veins. Her beautiful face had the immobility of marble;
 43     XXIV|         upon his knees, hiding his face in his hands:~ ~“Ah! I have
 44     XXIV|         put back her hair from her face, and opened and closed her
 45     XXIV|  forebodings.~ ~The unusually calm face of the priest betrayed his
 46     XXIV|       verge of the ridiculous. His face ordinarily must have indicated
 47     XXIV|         his tanned, weather-beaten face, and an immense hooked nose
 48      XXV|        Escorval turned and hid her face in the sofa-cushions to
 49     XXVI|            entered the room.~ ~His face announced some dreadful
 50    XXVII|           was in full uniform, his face a little more crimson, and
 51    XXVII|        fighting by my side.”~ ~The face of the duke was more purple
 52    XXVII|         trace of it upon his noble face.~ ~He had even repressed
 53    XXVII|    trembling with indignation, his face all aglow with anger.~ ~“
 54    XXVII|            arrested.”~ ~The duke’s face expressed a hypocritical
 55    XXVII|          Nothing. The abbe, with a face whiter than the plastered
 56    XXVII|          lighted M. de Sairmeuse’s face, the abbe knew that this
 57   XXVIII|           utterance; he buried his face in his hands to hide his
 58   XXVIII|       Marie-Anne.~ ~Chanlouineau’s face betrayed the most intense
 59   XXVIII|          terribly against him. His face indicates a treacherous,
 60   XXVIII|           word, but she lifted her face to his.~ ~“Ah! I dared not
 61     XXIX|        flashing from his eyes, his face purple with anger.~ ~“Zounds!
 62     XXIX|          cunning to see his honest face? Another lesson to teach
 63     XXIX|      rebellion, then?”~ ~Martial’s face grew dark, and in a tone
 64     XXIX|          his frenzy. He buried his face in his hands, evidently
 65     XXIX|           of relief steal over his face.~ ~“Such an attempt would
 66      XXX|           he was unable to see the face of this friend—he judged
 67      XXX|         Another man entered, whose face was also outside the baron’
 68     XXXI|          On seeing this man, whose face was ghastly pale, and whose
 69     XXXI|          mountaineer, with a frank face, returned.~ ~On beholding
 70     XXXI|     fainting against the door, her face whiter than her coif, her
 71    XXXII|            delighted!”~ ~Martial’s face turned crimson, and he looked
 72   XXXIII|           high that it covered his face to the very eyes.”~ ~Who
 73   XXXIII|         visitor, who concealed his face so carefully, was an accomplice
 74   XXXIII|      Saint-Jean-de-Coche, Chupin’s face blanched.~ ~“Do you wish
 75    XXXIV|           you choose.”~ ~Martial’s face crimsoned at the insult;
 76    XXXIV|            Courtornieu full in the face.~ ~“I am still unable to
 77    XXXIV|          it in M. de Courtornieu’s face, saying:~ ~“Here is your
 78     XXXV|          the situation full in the face, and saw that it was desperate.~ ~“
 79     XXXV|            worthy corporal; but to face an unknown peril, to suspend
 80     XXXV|           d’Escorval’s knee.~ ~His face was not disfigured; but
 81     XXXV|          gray hair and a sunburned face emerged from the stable.~ ~
 82    XXXVI|         perfectly. His small, thin face was almost hidden beneath
 83    XXXVI|         with a calm, even cheerful face.~ ~For she, unfortunately,
 84    XXXVI|      Dubois, that Maurice felt his face crimson to the roots of
 85   XXXVII|            blue blouse, shaded his face by an immense slouch hat,
 86  XXXVIII|        with passion, cast into the face of his father-in-law Maurice
 87  XXXVIII|            The best way will be to face those gossips at once: I
 88  XXXVIII|          again.’ Here we stand now face to face. What insults must
 89  XXXVIII|          Here we stand now face to face. What insults must I heap
 90  XXXVIII|          of crimson dyed Martial’s face. He seized one of the swords
 91  XXXVIII|         the fragments in Martial’s face, saying:~ ~“Here, miserable
 92    XXXIX|        crumbled letter full in the face of the Marquis de Courtornieu.~ ~
 93    XXXIX|        with rage and hatred, and a face whiter than her bridal veil,
 94       XL|            rendered.”~ ~The duke’s face brightened.~ ~“Zounds, Marquis!”
 95     XLII|             she was a stoic.~ ~Her face, although pale, was as immobile
 96     XLII|           scoundrel!” he said, his face crimson with indignation. “
 97     XLII|            his every movement. His face was livid, and a white foam
 98     XLII|         have I not seen his cursed face before my eyes for more
 99     XLII|       pulled the sheet up over his face, and, lying there, rigid
100     XLII|           from M. de Courtornieu’s face—he was almost compelled
101     XLII|           head to hide her crimson face, she said:~ ~“But he certainly
102    XLIII|         old poacher’s discontented face, she said, vehemently:~ ~“
103    XLIII|  disappeared from this once mobile face, so ready to assume any
104     XLIV|          literally in tatters, his face wore an expression of ferocious
105     XLIV|         father.”~ ~The young man’s face became livid; his hands
106      XLV|          the fire, and then boldly face the intruders.~ ~But no—
107      XLV|           frightfully changed. Her face was livid and mottled with
108     XLVI|        ghastly tint crept over her face, the spots upon her cheeks
109     XLVI|         wedded husband, upon whose face I have not gazed since?”~ ~“
110     XLVI|             and thrust his leering face into the room.~ ~“Chupin!”
111    XLVII|           who came toward him, his face crimsoned with emotion to
112    XLVII|          the neighborhood, and his face was hidden by a large slouch
113    XLVII|    bitterly. The expression of his face, his attitude, his sobs
114    XLVII|           heaven, Jean paused, his face more ghastly than before.
115    XLVII|    breathed her last, and with his face buried in his hands, and
116    XLVII|           as if about to fall; his face grew whiter than the plastered
117    XLVII|        back the sheet that hid the face of the dead.~ ~He recoiled
118    XLVII|           distorted features, this face swollen and discolored by
119    XLVII| unspeakable anguish stole over the face of Maurice, and in a husky
120    XLVII|             The priest averted his face.~ ~“I asked you who was
121   XLVIII|            enchantress averted her face as if to prevent him from
122        L|         apartment.”~ ~Aunt Medea’s face brightened. In her inmost
123        L|              The murderess hid her face under the bed-covers; and
124        L|            Blanche, with a radiant face, announced to Aunt Medea:~ ~“
125      LII|           Blanche sprang up with a face as colorless as her white
126      LII|            do not let him see your face. But why is he so long in
127      LII|          by the perfectly composed face of the listener.~ ~In the
128      LII|       demand justice?”~ ~Martial’s face grew more and more gloomy.~ ~“
129      LII|     magnificent evening-dress, her face white with rage and shame
130     LIII|            haughty serenity of her face. She soon won a place as
131      LIV|     turning her head, and kept her face persistently shrouded in
132      LIV|        Chupin’s son——”~ ~Martial’s face became as white as his linen.~ ~
133      LIV|           two men who were sitting face to face, with their elbows
134      LIV|           who were sitting face to face, with their elbows upon
135       LV|         standing upon a chair, her face on a level with a cage,
136       LV|          looked Gevrol full in the face.~ ~“That is better than