Colourless

Examples

• I thought her, then, still more colourless and thin than when I had seen her last; the flashing eyes still brighter, and the scar still plainer. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• One never tired of seeing her: she was never monotonous, or insipid, or colourless, or flat. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• It was one of those colourless days when everything looks heavy and harsh. 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.
• Little islands rose here and there to support the strange and colourless vegetation of this strange world. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• His eyes were large and blue, with brown lashes; his high forehead, colourless as ivory, was partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The woman looked at Yeobright, and beheld him colourless, in a cold sweat. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• There were plots, there were insurrections; they lie flat and colourless now in the histories like dead flowers in an old book. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Mrs. Rucastle seemed to me to be colourless in mind as well as in feature. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Cold, colourless, and vague, it sends a warning streak before it of a deathlike hue, as if it cried out, Look what I am bringing you who watch there! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• He could hardly be a very brave man, even she thought in her dreamy start and fright, for his trembling lips had turned colourless. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Mrs. Peniston was a small plump woman, with a colourless skin lined with trivial wrinkles. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• The lovely face of Nature met us, soft and still colourless--met us without a smile. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Other people in this house see you pass, and think that a colourless shadow has gone by. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Her colourless hair was untidy, wisps floating down on to her sac coat of dark blue silk, from under her blue silk hat. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Her large eyes were limpid and almost colourless; they seemed to be very little affected by light, and to stand unnaturally still. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• She had full square cheeks, a long, firm chin, and thick, sensual, colourless lips. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• He is led into a solitary mountain region; all round him is rude and desolate, shapeless, and almost colourless. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• The wind cannot rest; it hurries sobbing over hills of sullen outline, colourless with twilight and mist. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.

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