1 It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XII 2 he hesitated; the blood rushed to his cheeks.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter II 3 They threw back; a sharp stone cut his cheek.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VIII 4 And the sagging cheeks, with those purplish blotches.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 5 Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dewily bright, her breath came deeply.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XI 6 His cheeks burnt with the rush of blood, the room swam and darkened before his eyes.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VIII 7 An emblem of the inner tide of startled elation, the blood rushed up into Lenina's cheeks.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XIII 8 Her blue eyes seemed to grow larger, brighter; and suddenly two tears rolled down her cheeks.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XVIII 9 'O brave new world,' he began, then suddenly interrupted himself; the blood had left his cheeks; he was as pale as paper.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VIII 10 Eyes shone, cheeks were flushed, the inner light of universal benevolence broke out on every face in happy, friendly smiles.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter V 11 From this stupor he was aroused to a more immediate sense of reality by the impact on his cheek of a well-aimed packet of chewing-gum.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XVIII 12 She looked round; saw John and Bernard had left them and were walking up and down in the dust and garbage outside the house; but, none the less confidentially lowering her voice, and leaning, while Lenina stiffened and shrank, so close that the blown reek of embryo-poison stirred the hair on her cheek.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 13 Thousands of petals, ripe-blown and silkily smooth, like the cheeks of innumerable little cherubs, but of cherubs, in that bright light, not exclusively pink and Aryan, but also luminously Chinese, also Mexican, also apoplectic with too much blowing of celestial trumpets, also pale as death, pale with the posthumous whiteness of marble.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter II