The pallid face of the invalid.
People prefer that I look pretty, not a pallid white.
Strange hardships, I imagine — poor, emaciated, pallid wanderer?
Their condition ranged from pallid shock to profane defiance.
Delivers you a pallid together, hundred years good and count on it.
She looked bloated, like a body long submerged in motionless water, and of that pallid hue.
The moon drifted from behind the clouds and exposed the pallid face.
Mrs. Tremaine grew more and more worried at his pallid face and stertorous breathing.
Some excerpts from a Renaissance mass are spatchcocked into Gluck's pallid Don Juan music.
She was just so pallid and uninteresting and always the same, beside Scarlett's bright and changeable charm.
The pallid corpse of Jacques Saunière lay on the parquet floor exactly as it appeared in the photograph.
The stretch of the Yellowstone where the spill occurred contains sauger, bass catfish, goldeye, trout and, farther downstream, below Miles City, native pallid sturgeon.
The pallid sturgeon, one of a group of fish that has endured since dinosaur times, has now lost much of its habitat along the Missouri River.
Indeed, the grassroots are transcending the pallid consumerism that has characterized news coverage and consumption in the past half-century or more.
He was no older than some of the other men, but among the fresh ruddy English skins his stood out dry, pallid.
Hunched like his sister, he had a pallid, doughy face and tiny eyes, which fell at once on Alecto, sprawled motionless on the floor.
the pale light of a half moon; a pale sun; the late afternoon light coming through the el tracks fell in pale oblongs on the street; a pallid sky; the pale (or wan) stars; the wan light of dawn.
There eis of course autumn in the South too, but over there plants wither slowly, the air ismoist, the sky pallid, and it is more often rainy than windy.
He asks only that we grant him a bit more patience, a few more rasping breaths, before drawing the sheets over his pallid frame and this series of previews.
A pallid circulation of the sadness, scattered the end of the world, pursuit of perfection, but left the scar, beautiful Pian fiber looking through the autumn water, who boiled ink, thousand sails over the tip of the pen record a beautiful text.
If you haven't been here in my life, it will be the pallid scene in my fleeting time. Perhaps, in the wind and rain, I still stumble all the way, wandering like a lonely boat in the sea, without shore reliable, is it my horizon that you want to stay?
