Word: gauntness
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...villages to wreak havoc, steal women and yaks, slaughter men; or whether the lamas, who are so humane that they will not molest lice and other creatures that take refuge on their bodies, could not bear to have any more human lives endangered and sacrificed on that gaunt tooth of Asia that white men are so perplexingly anxious to ascend. On the third and last expedition, which came within 800 feet of the peak, two men were lost (TIME, June 30, 1924), George Leigh Mallory and A. C. Irvine...
Most of the characters, however, are exceptionally well drawn, and though I never felt quite as if that gaunt, depressing "house in 82d Street" really existed, I found no difficulty in picturing to myself Mother Regan "to whom no one ever spoke"; Father "his head hung out in front like a lantern"; Frank Stella, and even Dudley. These people do exist. They are not, however, every day characters. Even Laura seems to have a human passion or desire, and one wonders how Dudley, a perfectly ordinary chap, with natural impulses and emotions, ever came to fall so deeply in love...
...Manhattan theatre dressing room, a tall, angular actor scrubbed furiously at the grease paint on his gaunt features. The curtain had just rung down on his matinee (That Smith Boy) and he* had an engagement even more pressing than seeing a manager at the Algonquin or sipping something cold in a friend's flat. He jerked on his overcoat, flung himself into a taxi, leaped out again at the Seventh Regiment Armory, where he plunged into a dense crowd of humanity and was seen no more, until he emerged in tennis costume on a brilliantly illuminated court surrounded...
Tilden v. Borotra. Tilden's gaunt features were sharp as a woodcut. Clearly he was out to avenge Richards' defeat. "Play," called the umpire. Borotra pulled on his little "Blue Devil" cap and ran to the baseline. Then he ran to the net. Then he ran to the baseline. He was everywhere at once, returning the champion's perfect lobs, the champion's fierce drives, the champion's terrific smashes and cannonball serves with incredible accuracy and pace. The first set went to deuce, dragged on and on. The gallery smiled. Tilden knew what...
...night when her mother turned from the lamp and her father got up from his stitching to answer a wild knock ing at the door. It was in her own bed (on the ground floor) that the men who came tramping into the house laid their long, gaunt, helpless burden...