Book, Chapter

 1    1,  13|     shook my fists in Ascyltos' face, "What have you to say for
 2    1,  16|        a certain peasant, whose face was familiar to my eyes,
 3    1,  19|    threw the tunic in Ascyltos' face, released us from responsibility,
 4    1,  22|      sobs, she buried her whole face and breast in my bed; and
 5    1,  26|  smeared lampblack all over his face, and painted his lips and
 6    1,  27|         might have mistaken his face for a roofless wall, from
 7    2,  34|   punishment. Putting a haughty face on the matter, "It's not
 8    2,  52|        Trimalchio's threatening face relaxed and he turned to
 9    2,  53|       not Trimalchio's way: his face relaxed into good humor
10    2,  71|        with her handkerchief, a face which was none the more
11    2,  78|     knocked out and covered her face with her trembling hands.
12    2,  79|    enjoy your money, spit in my face if I've done anything wrong.
13    3,  86|      maniac. But while, with my face savagely convulsed in a
14    3,  86|   centurion and legion. Both my face and my confusion proved
15    3,  87|        the picture-gallery; his face was care-worn, and he seemed,
16    3,  95|     cried, turning towards me a face lighted up with joy, "there
17    3,  95|      convulsively, and press my face against his which is all
18    3,  95|    keeping faith." He wiped his face upon his mantle, while I
19    3,  99|        a resounding slap in the face. At this, the latter threw
20    4, 105|     seasickness: your woebegone face and streaming tears will
21    4, 106|       granting that the stained face can keep its color for some
22    4, 107|        of the fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would
23    4, 109|       up; he glanced at neither face nor hands, but directed
24    4, 110| Tryphaena," he gritted out, his face convulsed with savage passion, "
25    4, 112|         passed over my tear-wet face, and thereupon, the smut
26    4, 112|         my fists in Tryphaena's face, and told her in a loud
27    4, 114| handsome self, but I hid my own face all the more assiduously,
28    4, 114|      none the less becoming; my face shone more radiantly still,
29    4, 115|         noted the tears and the face lacerated by the finger-nails,
30    4, 117|       not a little and laid her face amorously upon Giton's neck.
31    4, 119| stranger, but a wave turned the face, which had undergone no
32    4, 126|  unsightly~Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on strife
33    4, 126|   silvery Cynthia~Obscuring her face at the full, denied light
34    4, 126|        refulgence~Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame
35    5, 129|     Fortune had turned away her face from keeping watch upon
36    5, 130|  well-combed locks mean or that face, rouged and covered with
37    5, 131|       the full moon showing her face from behind a cloud. Then,
38    5, 132|        snatches the spoils;~The face with cold sweat is suffused~
39    5, 135|        branch of myrtle over my face and emboldened, as if a
40    5, 136|      spit upon me. I covered my face with my hands but I uttered
41    5, 137|     Priapus.) Putting as good a face upon the matter as I could
42    5, 140|    flaming brand, and her whole face was covered by the ashes
43    5, 141|   rejuvenated earth~So down her face the tears in   torrents
44    5, 145|         lamp-black all over his face"; Priapeia, xiii, 9, "whoever
45    5, 145|      the matron, except for the face, nothing is open to your
46    5, 156|   sallow and unnaturally smooth face, were conversing, while
47    5, 158|       critic spit in some one's face if he doubts my word.~But
48    5, 160|      those of Nubian woven. Her face was of the severest Egyptian
49    5, 160|       glittered two sparks; the face remained severe, impersonal,
50    6     |        last wrinkles furrow her face, is worth embracing and