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Her hat had come off and fallen behind her shoulders, held by the string, and he could see her face more clearly than he had at any time before.
Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.
Her words jumbled together and she all but ran from the office and from the question in Rev's face.
Her face was frozen into the mask of a mannequin, her body absolutely motionless.
Her face showed no sign of having heard Pompeii.
Her little brown face wrinkled up, her brown eyes gleamed, and with her little gestures she said all the courteous things.
Her face seemed to float in an implausibly bright shaft of sunlight.
Her face turned pink with pleasure and a smothered cough.
Her face was flushed from sleep.
Her whole body is made of highly advanced synthetic jelly silicon and with 60 artificial joints in her face, neck, and lower body ; she is able to demonstrate realistic facial expressions and sing while simultaneously dancing.
' Her face, with its glamour-gorgon makeup, softens, as Madame Armfeldt seems to melt into memory itself, and the wan stage light briefly appears to borrow radiance from her.
Her attire often consisted of " thrift shop " babydoll dresses, and her face adorned with smeared makeup ; MTV reporter Kurt Loder described her as looking like " a debauched rag doll ".
Speaking of his wife, Desdemona, Othello the Moor says, " Her name that was as fresh / As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black / As mine own face.
Her stubbornness exasperated her interrogator, Sir Robert Tyrwhitt, who reported, " I do see it in her face that she is guilty ".
Her boyfriend Nicholas hangs his buttocks out of a window, hoping to trick Absolon into kissing his buttocks in turn and then passes gas in the face of his rival.
The Prime Minister also acts as the public " face " and " voice " of Her Majesty's Government, both at home and abroad.
The Prime Minister generally co-ordinates the policies and activities of the Cabinet and Government departments, acting as the main public " face " of Her Majesty's Government.
Her outspoken approach stands in stark contrast to Kyoko, which helps Kyoko to come face to face with her own feelings for Godai.
Her time there was short lived, she was asked to resign after slapping another actress across the face for shoving her younger sister during a birthday celebration for Molière.
Her face, which was red and spotted, was rendered something frightful by her negligent dress, and the foot affected was tied up with a poultice and some nasty bandages.
Her face narrows between the eyes, and the lower part of her face is still more narrow and slender than the forehead.
Her fastidious attitude in this regard became well known, with Doris Day quoted as saying, " God wasted half a face on Claudette ".

Her and was
Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.
Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.
Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.
Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.
Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.
Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.
Her laugh was hard.
Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.
Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.
( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.
Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.
Her name was Esther Peter.
Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.
Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.
Her action was involuntary.
Her name was Mollie.
Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;
Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.
Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.
Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.

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