1 She has more colour in her cheeks than usual, and looks, oh, so sweet.
2 He stood up and then sat down again, and the tears rained down his cheeks.
3 The lips were red, nay redder than before; and on the cheeks was a delicate bloom.
4 When we got home the fresh breeze had braced her up, and her pale cheeks were really more rosy.
5 The roses seem coming back already to her cheeks, though she is still sadly pale and wan-looking.
6 The blush that rose to my own cheeks somehow set us both at ease, for it was a tacit answer to her own.
7 It was with a feeling of personal pride that I could see a faint tinge of colour steal back into the pallid cheeks and lips.
8 For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin.
9 Again the operation; again the narcotic; again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of healthy sleep.
10 Lucy frets at the postponement of seeing him, but it does not touch her looks; she is a trifle stouter, and her cheeks are a lovely rose-pink.
11 Death had given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines; even the lips had lost their deadly pallor.
12 Her face was ghastly, with a pallor which was accentuated by the blood which smeared her lips and cheeks and chin; from her throat trickled a thin stream of blood; her eyes were mad with terror.
13 She eats well and sleeps well, and enjoys the fresh air; but all the time the roses in her cheeks are fading, and she gets weaker and more languid day by day; at night I hear her gasping as if for air.
14 There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck.