Word: sallowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...prominent diplomatic visitor once described meeting him at a Moscow dinner: "My most vivid memory is the sight of Malenkov. It was the most sinister thing in the Soviet Union. I was struck by his repulsive appearance, bulbous, flabby and sallow . . . He was apparently oblivious of what was going on around him at the table. When toasts were made, he would lift his glass automatically, then relapse into sneering silence." Said another diplomat: "I would hate to be at the mercy of that...
...lowering fog that shrouded the cliffs of Dover one morning last week, an unseen foghorn moaned. As if summoned by the echoes, 178 sallow-faced workmen, each carrying a brown paper parcel or a battered cardboard suitcase, trudged along the quay of Dover Marine Station and straggled up the gangplank of a trim Belgian steamer, the S.S. Koenig Albert. The men were Italian miners, recruited to dig coal in fuel-hungry Britain; they were being sent away because British miners refused to work with foreigners (TIME, May 26). Most will find jobs in Belgian pits...
...FACE is long, sallow and melancholy, but when it is animated, his dark eyes flash, even his long, straight nose quivers, and the high-arched eyebrows, raised in perpetual astonishment at the world, climb yet higher. His grey hair and mustache seem to hold together the various parts of his face that might otherwise fly off into the corners of the room. But when the judge is pensive, his whole person droops into downcast repose-except for the eyebrows. When he is annoyed, his face never comes to life with sudden anger; it freezes. When at last he speaks...
...Feel Guilty." There, in vestments borrowed from the parish priest, Stepinac said Mass for a dawn congregation of peasant women. Only his purple skullcap marked his ecclesiastical rank. Later, Stepinac talked with newsmen. He looked sallow, but otherwise fit. How did it feel to be out of prison? "I am satisfied," he answered softly. "Here, or there, it is my duty to suffer and work for the Catholic Church...
...this austere room last week lived an austere old man consumed by illness and by strange fires of faith. His body was so frail that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it over; his face was sallow and flabby, his eyes were watery, his hands trembled. Yet in this fragile frame is a will tougher than the rock of the Elburz Mountains and more inflammable than the oil of Abadan. A month ago, scarcely anyone in the West had ever heard of Mohammed Mossadeq; by last week, what he said and did could powerfully affect...