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Her face all red and white, like the inside of a shoulder of mutton. Foote.The Knights, Act I. FACE.That same face of yours looks like the title-page to a whole volume of roguery. Colley Cibber.She Would and She Would Not, Act III. To his eye Byron.The Dream, Sect. II. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Charles Lamb.From one of his Letters. |
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