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Why do you show your pale face when I come home?

The girl had long red hair and a pale face with large, green eyes.

His eyes moved to the window and then back to her pale face.

He was young, with short dark hair and a pale face.

She looked down at the boy's pale face and closed eyes.

Richard looked from the hand to the body behind, and to the pale face.

He looked at the pale face under the white hair.

His pale face had taken on a better color during the night.

Her blue eyes stood out in a very pale face.

His pale face never turned to look at the woman again.

But no desire at all showed itself on her cold white face.

He was a small man with not much hair and a white, tired face.

I remember the big eyes in their small white faces.

His white face shows nothing, but I know he is in pain.

But you do know me, the stranger with the long white face said.

They all stood looking up at him with their white faces.

The fourth was a man in black, with a white face.

"You can walk down the street and not see another single white face for 10 minutes," he said.

If he had a white face, you put a mark down that way see.

His white face was turned to one side, toward me.

He turned, shocked, and saw a pallid face pressed against the glass of the kitchen window.

I looked beyond him to the pallid face of the Burdick girl.

The painting's true focus is Mary's pallid face and her eyes, which are turned toward heaven.

Richard's pallid face looked hardly better than the six dead faces she had seen.

He just followed, pallid face pulled into a concerned frown.

Those eyes, looking up at him from that calm, pallid face.

Sunlight filled me hole and fell on the pallid face.

I searched the pallid face for signs of response, found none.

The pallid face was his own, as it had been when he was a boy.

The look of pain faded, leaving his face drawn, pallid.

Men, their faces livid in the light from the flames, were fighting the fire.

Then he had flung out of the hotel, his face livid with rage.

And the screen depicting her suddenly livid face went blank.

That he was dead the first glimpse of his livid face assured me.

No one moved or made a sound; every eye was on Alex's livid face.

A livid face with glassy eyes stared up at him.

In the young man's livid face, the burning eyes were the only life.

As we went I glanced back, and there was that yellow livid face watching us out of the upper window.

There he began to think less about the half-wit, with his livid face and mouth like a fish.

There was no mercy in either of those livid faces.

It seemed to penetrate their bloodless faces down to the bone.

A bloodless face stared over the rim of the hole at him.

Rachel was waiting by the truck, her face almost bloodless.

Would he ever forget that young girl's bloodless face?

He turned back, his already pale face bloodless now.

In the moonlight, three blades poised before his bloodless face.

His bloodless face got even harder to look at as he remembered.

The pain was etched in deep lines on his bloodless face.

She turned and stared at him with a bloodless face.

That bloodless face had no eyes, just smooth dead white skin where they should have been.