1 The red scar which boiling fat had left last month was ugly and glaring.
2 Beneath his brow was one hollow socket from which a scar ran down his cheek, carving a diagonal line through his beard.
3 A long raised scar ran across his brown chest and down into his heavily muscled abdomen.
4 The leg was of an unwholesome dead white, with the black hairs feeble and thin and flattened, and the scar a puckered line of crimson.
5 Whether that mark was born with him, or whether it was the scar left by some desperate wound, no one could certainly say.
6 A long scar ran across one cheek and drew the corner of his mouth up in a sinister curl.
7 A great chunk of the shore had been bitten out by some spring freshet, and the scar was masked by elder bushes, growing down to the water in flowery terraces.
8 "The sight of a wound or scar always agitates and sickens me," she said.
9 George drew off his glove, and showed a newly-healed scar in his hand.
10 Fortunately it cannot leave a scar, as it is so tiny.
11 It was without a scratch or scar of any kind.
12 I knew, too, the red scar on his forehead where Jonathan had struck him.
13 For so surely as we live, that scar shall pass away when God sees right to lift the burden that is hard upon us.
14 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.
15 Even Mrs. Harker seems to lose sight of her trouble for whole spells; it is only now and again, when something recalls it to her mind, that she thinks of her terrible scar.