1 I knew, too, the red scar on his forehead where Jonathan had struck him.
2 The great drops of sweat sprang from his forehead, and his breath came in broken gasps.
3 Her forehead is puckered up into little wrinkles, as though she thinks even in her sleep.
4 The men were wiping their foreheads, and were flushed in the face, as if with violent exercise.
5 I told you of him, Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead.
6 The Professor made a few more passes and then stopped, and I could see that his forehead was covered with great beads of perspiration.
7 The sight seemed to paralyse me, and the shovel turned in my hand and glanced from the face, merely making a deep gash above the forehead.
8 My surmise was not finished, could not be; for I caught sight in the mirror of the red mark upon my forehead; and I knew that I was still unclean.
9 His waxen hue became greenish-yellow by the contrast of his burning eyes, and the red scar on the forehead showed on the pallid skin like a palpitating wound.
10 I told him that that must be good-bye, as the coffin had to be prepared; so he went back and took her dead hand in his and kissed it, and bent over and kissed her forehead.
11 In the first house where we stopped, when the woman who served us saw the scar on my forehead, she crossed herself and put out two fingers towards me, to keep off the evil eye.
12 The forehead is broad and fine, rising at first almost straight and then sloping back above two bumps or ridges wide apart; such a forehead that the reddish hair cannot possibly tumble over it, but falls naturally back and to the sides.