was lowering, and his eyes stared darkly before him, avoiding her eyes; his mouth was tightly and contemptuously shut.
His vesture was dabbled in blood--and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.
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.
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.
Having gone all along the Brow
, he was to return the same way and induce him to touch on the same subjects in talking with Adam, who was to meet them as if by chance at the farthest part--that beyond Mercy Farm.
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.
Yes, I know very well that Monk calls you his friend, but he has too penetrating an eye not to have a memory, and too lofty a brow
not to be very proud, you know grande supercilium.