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 1        I|      were listening to him with pale cheeks and set teeth, Father
 2        I|        red, then so frightfully pale, that those around him thought
 3       II|    avowal the young girl turned pale and recoiled a step.~ ~“
 4       IV|        wretched man was ghastly pale, great drops of perspiration
 5       IV|       mind.~ ~Marie-Anne was as pale as her father, but her attitude
 6        V|    features distorted, his lips pale and trembling.~ ~“What has
 7        V|   despair, M. d’Escorval turned pale.~ ~“You must exaggerate
 8        V|       Leaning against the door, pale as death, he tried most
 9       VI|       cannon.~ ~Every face grew pale. Circumstances imparted
10       XI|        upon Martial, who turned pale with passion.~ ~“But I have
11       XV|       than usual.~ ~He was very pale, his eyes glittered, his
12       XV|   morning made the candles turn pale, they heard the furious
13     XVII|         the world.~ ~She was so pale and sad, so unlike herself
14    XVIII|       blood had returned to the pale cheeks of Maurice.~ ~“Such
15     XXII|         up its line of march.~ ~Pale, with clothing in disorder,
16     XXIV|    returned in about two hours, pale, frightened, and in tears.~ ~
17     XXIV|     Maurice had been listening, pale and trembling.~ ~But on
18     XXIV|  Maurice and saw that he was as pale as death.~ ~“Be calm,” he
19     XXIV|       She was still frightfully pale; but her step was firm,
20      XXV|        this response, he turned pale.~ ~“Is he wounded?” he asked,
21    XXVII|       were perhaps a dozen men, pale and gloomy, a sullen fire
22    XXVII|    officers had grown even more pale and gloomy; and tears streamed
23     XXIX|     Marie-Anne he sprang up, as pale and agitated as if the door
24      XXX|        the prisoner. He is very pale, and his eyes are glittering
25     XXXI|          whose face was ghastly pale, and whose clothing was
26     XXXI|  fireside he turned frightfully pale.~ ~“Unfortunate woman!”
27     XXXI|         his cowardly heart, and pale and trembling, he tried
28    XXXII|          wrathfully, “if I turn pale and tremble before the soldiers.”~ ~
29    XXXII|    thought he saw Lacheneur, as pale as a ghost, pass the cell,
30    XXXIV|        a young man. He was very pale, and his eyes glittered
31    XXXIV|      over the letter, turned as pale as death, staggered and
32     XXXV|      not disfigured; but he was pale as death itself, and his
33     XXXV|          The farmer turned very pale and shook his head gravely,
34     XXXV|   protector of Marie-Anne, who, pale and overcome with fatigue
35    XXXVI|       him.~ ~Marie-Anne, deadly pale, and with eyes staring wildly
36    XXXIX|       as motionless as statues, pale, mute, stupefied.~ ~It was
37       XL|    forward to meet the duke, as pale as if every drop of blood
38      XLI|          said the cure, turning pale.~ ~“And why?” insisted M.
39     XLII|     stoic.~ ~Her face, although pale, was as immobile as marble,
40     XLII|        waited.~ ~Aunt Medea was pale with fright.~ ~“Blessed
41     XLII|        there.”~ ~Blanche turned pale. It was Jean Lacheneur who
42      XLV|   remorse, without even turning pale, she poured into the bowl
43     XLVI|       paper, than she became as pale as her victim. Her sight
44    XLVII|      young man was on his feet, pale and menacing; a flame of
45    XLVII|         behind him. He was very pale, and visibly agitated.~ ~“
46    XLVII|     whole scene; he turned very pale, but not a gesture, not
47   XLVIII|      When he left the Borderie, pale as a ghost, his lips still
48     XLIX| abandoned, when a shepherd lad, pale with fear, came to the chateau
49       LI|          Aunt Medea turned very pale, and she bit her lips until
50      LII|       Medea, and Blanche turned pale.~ ~“Murdered!” she whispered.~ ~“
51      LIV|         success made his rivals pale with envy—when it would
52      LIV| deserted it.”~ ~He did not even pale when the noisy crowd came