For eight hours the broad brow of the Sheik of the Imperial Chibouk was
corrugated with evidences of deep thought: he was calculating the chances of war.
There was no water in the bared and burning bars of the river to reflect the vertical sun, but under its direct rays one or two tinned roofs and
corrugated zinc cabins struck fire, a few canvas tents became dazzling to the eye, and the white wooded corral of the stage office and hotel insupportable.
Its back was
corrugated and ornamented with ungainly bosses, and a greenish incrustation blotched it here and there.
Mast-heads and funnel-tops of ships peep above the ranges of
corrugated iron roofs.
His lips stammered and halted in the making of noiseless whispers, as, with
corrugated brows of puzzlement, he addressed the steward:
She flung the tea back, spoon and all, and resumed her chair in a pet; her forehead
corrugated, and her red under-lip pushed out, like a child's ready to cry.
I was startled by a great patch of vivid scarlet on the ground, and going up to it found it to be a peculiar fungus, branched and
corrugated like a foliaceous lichen, but deliquescing into slime at the touch; and then in the shadow of some luxuriant ferns I came upon an unpleasant thing,--the dead body of a rabbit covered with shining flies, but still warm and with the head torn off.
He continued gazing from the window while I spoke, and did not answer, but, stung by the recollections my words awakened, stamped his foot upon the floor, ground his teeth, and
corrugated his brow, like one under the influence of acute physical pain.
The orator having refreshed himself, wiped his
corrugated forehead from left to right several times with his handkerchief folded into a pad, and concentrated all his revived forces, in a sneer of great disdain and bitterness.
Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown
corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut shells, and a large mouth like a cat's without the whiskers, supported this position by saying, "No, indeed, my dear.
Houndsditch Wednesday met Manchester United at the Crystal Palace, and for nearly two hours the sweat of agony trickled unceasingly down the
corrugated foreheads of the patriots in the stands.
Letterblair had laid his pen- handle against his big
corrugated nose, and was looking down it with the expression assumed by virtuous elderly gentlemen when they wish their youngers to understand that virtue is not synonymous with ignorance.
