1 Often, white clinched teeth shone from the dusky faces.
2 Sometimes it went up in little balls, white and compact.
3 They in blue showed their teeth; their eyes shone all white.
4 In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and white, amid bursting shells.
5 The day had grown more white, until the sun shed his full radiance upon the thronged forest.
6 It was a woman, red and white, hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
7 The mournful current moved slowly on, and from the water, shaded black, some white bubble eyes looked at the men.
8 They passed within view of a stolid white house, and saw in front of it groups of their comrades lying in wait behind a neat breastwork.
9 He remembered how he had stood, a small, thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon the white horse, or the band in its faded chariot.
10 He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white wall of his tent until, exhausted and ill from the monotony of his suffering, he fell asleep.