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Word: livid (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...guests who are thronging to this grisly reception. One is an old woman, whose skull has been split by some tremendous blow, and yawns in ghastly redness. Another is a young girl, who is dressed in silk and whose dark hair is still coiled neatly, just as those slender, livid fingers last arranged it. She bears no wound, but upon the small, coquettish face is stamped such a look of horror as it might well break a mother's heart to gaze upon. A middle aged man, short, thick-set and resolute looking, has dropped dead in the street...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A Description of the Paris Morgue. | 2/25/1885 | See Source »

...before the glass. How gaily the body floats! The last spark of life is extinct, the jaw has fallen, the eyes are glazed the limbs dangle listlessly abroad. What need of haste? It has plenty of time. It ventures out timidly toward the middle current. No one notices the livid face, floating like a mask upon the yellow Seine. Now it sinks and now it rises. Now the wavelets of the surface ripple around the protruded chin, and now the mud of the river bottom is washing about in the open mouth. Curious fishes touch their cold noses...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A Description of the Paris Morgue. | 2/25/1885 | See Source »

...felt my hand seized as by an iron grasp a moment, that forced a cry of pain from me; and when I withdrew it there were finger-marks of livid scarlet across it, - that did not fade away...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

...laughter stopped; the strange movements ceased. Dead silence again. Stephen sat quietly by the fire, neither stirring nor speaking. I looked on in dumb amazement; and then, as I looked, I saw him rise to his feet, with a livid light in his eyes; I saw him draw from his pocket a revolver and point it at some invisible mark. I tried to shriek for help; I tried to move. I might as well have been a statue. Then I saw the revolver snatched from him by a hand; I saw a face, distinct and clear...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

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