Great beads of cold sweat stood upon his livid brow.
Five times did the razor point touch the forehead of Peter of Colfax, until the watchers saw there, upon the brow of the doomed man, the seal of death, in letters of blood--NT.
I'm going to earn from five to ten thousand pound by the sweat of my brow; and as a poor man doing justice to the sweat of my brow, is it likely I can afford to part with so much as my name without its being took down?'
But further precaution was still due to the sweat of this honest fellow's brow.
In a mood of tenderness that was not usual with her, she drew down her mother's head, and kissed her brow and both her cheeks.
The minister -- painfully embarrassed, but hoping that a kiss might prove a talisman to admit him into the child's kindlier regards -- bent forward, and impressed one on her brow. Hereupon, Pearl broke away from her mother, and, running to the brook, stooped over it, and bathed her forehead, until the unwelcome kiss was quite washed off and diffused through a long lapse of the gliding water.
Methinks I see thee now, Lord of the noble brow
, And courage from thy glances challenging.
I looked at her mouth for an expression that could give me a clue to what she felt; I watched her eyes for some tell-tale flash, some hint of dismay or bitterness; I scanned her brow
for any passing line that might indicate a settling emotion.
Before leaving, he moved all over the place unsatisfied, and in one spot, close to the edge of the Brow
, where there was a deep hollow, he appeared to be afraid.
"You take Seryozha to hurt me," she said, looking at him from under her brows
. "You do not love him....
Athos alone from time to time raised his expansive brow; a flash kindled in his eyes, and a bitter smile passed over his lips, then, like his comrades, he sank again into reverie.
"We will be his guards, monsieur, upon our word as gentlemen; but likewise, upon our word as gentlemen," added Athos, knitting his brow, "Monsieur d'Artagnan shall not leave us."
darkened more and more, his white lips and clinched teeth filled Dantes with apprehension.
A man who possesses three hundred thousand crowns can no longer expect to wear a smooth brow
; a wrinkle for every hundred thousand livres is not too much.
His vesture was dabbled in blood--and his broad brow
, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.