Visage

Examples

• Such a visage, joined to the brawny form of the holy man, spoke rather of sirloins and haunches, than of pease and pulse. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The trooper looks at her with a troubled visage. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• This I felt sure was Eliza, though I could trace little resemblance to her former self in that elongated and colourless visage. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Indeed, an appreciable elongation of his visage might have been observed as he replied: 'Don't you, indeed, sir? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• No; it could not have been the fat boy; there was not a gleam of mirth, or anything but feeding in his whole visage. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• The answer was a closer caress; and Caroline turned, and looked, not into Mrs. Pryor's matron face, but up at a dark manly visage. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• At that moment I saw the reflection of the visage and features quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Bob,' said Mr. Ben Allen, laying down his knife and fork, and fixing his eyes on the visage of his friend, 'Bob, I'll tell you what it is. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• She saw a visage like and unlike--Robert, and no Robert. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• No, I don't, Sammy,' said Mr. Weller, with a reflective visage. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Try an in'ard application, sir,' said Sam, as the red-nosed gentleman rubbed his head with a rueful visage. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I travelled only at night, fearful of encountering the visage of a human being. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• I thought you would be revolted, Jane, when you saw my arm, and my cicatrised visage. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Peace, my friends, says Chadband, rising and wiping the oily exudations from his reverend visage. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• He was decently and cleanly dressed, and so was Job, who stood bolt upright behind him, staring at Mr. Pickwick with a visage of iron. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I would I were in peace with my aunt and my lovely William, escaped from a world which is hateful to me, and the visages of men which I abhor. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• Be this as it may, I well remember the tremendous visages with which we used to go to church, and the changed air of the place. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.

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