1 The master's lips tightened as he faced the disagreeable task.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER III THE GOD'S DOMAIN 2 He crouched down on the lip of the cave and gazed out on the world.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER IV THE WALL OF THE WORLD 3 She lifted her lip at him in the old snarl of menace, and his memory became clear.
4 His hair bristled involuntarily; his lips writhed back and his little fangs were bared.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 5 He stepped away from the rifle, and White Fang's lifted lips descended, covering his teeth.
6 Eyelashes and cheeks and lips were so coated with the crystals from their frozen breath that their faces were not discernible.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT 7 And then, one night, Matt, reading to himself with moving lips and mumbled sounds, was startled by a low whine from White Fang.
8 His jaws slightly parted, his lips lifted a little, and a quizzical expression that was more love than humour came into his eyes.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER IV THE CALL OF KIND 9 Therefore the hair stood up on end along his back and his lips wrinkled weakly in an attempt at a ferocious and intimidating snarl.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER IV THE WALL OF THE WORLD 10 His naked fangs and writhing lips were uniformly efficacious, rarely failing to send a bellowing on-rushing dog back on its haunches.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER IV THE CALL OF KIND 11 But when the strangers walk became stiff-legged and his lips lifted clear of his teeth, White Fang stiffened too, and answered with lifted lips.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 12 To complete his description, his teeth were large and yellow, while the two eye-teeth, larger than their fellows, showed under his lean lips like fangs.
13 A hint of stiff-leggedness on their part, a lifted lip or a bristle of hair, and he would be upon them, merciless and cruel, swiftly convincing them of the error of their way.
14 His jaws let go their grip, and he leaped backward to escape this strange danger, his lips drawn back from his fangs, his throat snarling, every hair bristling with rage and fright.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS 15 He came out of the tangle a spectacle of malignancy, ears flattened back, lips writhing, nose wrinkling, his teeth clipping together as the fangs barely missed the hound's soft throat.
16 Then it was that his lips half writhed into a snarl, and the hair of his neck and shoulders involuntarily bristled, while he half crouched for a spring, his claws spasmodically clutching into the snow-surface for firmer footing.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS 17 With nose serrulated by continuous spasms, hair bristling in recurrent waves, tongue whipping out like a red snake and whipping back again, ears flattened down, eyes gleaming hatred, lips wrinkled back, and fangs exposed and dripping, he could compel a pause on the part of almost any assailant.
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