Word: paled
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...young woman rose very pale from the baccarat table at Deauville Casino. She swayed and seemed about to faint, then her eyes fixed on a swarthy, paunchy Indian, His Highness the Aga Khan. As though impelled by hypnosis she took a step toward the Khan...
...nervous as they stood in front of the cup for the camera men. Hunter went through the first set, Cochet took the second, Hunter the third. After the five-minute rest, Cochet came out in a knitted shirt, his eyes looking huge and tired in his little pale face. He spurted five games; Hunter caught him; Cochet took the set and then, speeding up his game to somewhere near its peak, the last one. The scores...
...lives today in an apartment on a street called Linwood Place in St. Paul, Minn. Aged 68, he is tall, rawboned, mustached. His eyes are pale blue. He dresses neatly and simply-black hat, oldtime wash necktie (or a hook-on bow), celluloid collar. His automobile is a 1927 Studebaker. He does not drive it. Neither does he drive golf or tennis balls. He chews tobacco, spits the juice. He plays solitaire, reads Shakespeare, keeps a garden farm near Granite Falls, Minn. A widower, he has a daughter named Laura, who drives the Studebaker and keeps the house. Last week...
...Under the middle chandelier stands a stocky, pale gentleman in faultless evening attire. His bald head is a palish gray; his prominent eyeballs, framed in reddish half-closed lids, have a lustreless prismatic glint; a shapeless little poodle nose surmounts a self-indulgent mouth which prepares us for his ample waistline and the folds of flesh above his stiff collar. He stands alone because the cercle round him has formed at a respectful distance. Now ... [a sycophant] advances with a deep obeisance, shakes the great man's hand . . . and then withdraws backward, wriggling his rump with fawning rapture. . . . Vivat...
...more chemicals into more rinse waters, now her hair was blue. Hour after hour he rinsed and struggled; after each attempt the head of hair emerged a new tint. Finally, an hour before the hour of the ball, they gave it up. Madame Charlotte's hair was a pale violet. There was nothing else to do. At first she thought of staying home. But her love of gayety got the better of her. She took her courage in her two hands and appeared at the ball. She half-expected to be the butt of jibes and ridicule...