1 Corley ran his tongue swiftly along his upper lip.
2 He moistened his upper lip by running his tongue along it.
3 Little Chandler looked at it, pausing at the thin tight lips.
4 Soon the name of Miss Kathleen Kearney began to be heard often on people's lips.
5 Her face looked so serious and weary that the words would not pass Gabriel's lips.
6 Between these rival features the lips appeared very long and shapeless and colourless.
7 He had coarse features, a blunt nose, a convex and receding brow, tumid and protruded lips.
8 He read it not aloud, but moving his lips as a priest does when he reads the prayers Secreto.
9 Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand.
10 Little Chandler smiled, looked confusedly at his glass and bit his lower lip with three childishly white front teeth.
11 "I'm the man for the ladies," said Mr. Browne, pursing his lips until his moustache bristled and smiling in all his wrinkles.
12 It began to confess to me in a murmuring voice and I wondered why it smiled continually and why the lips were so moist with spittle.
13 Though she was stout in build and stood erect, her slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going.
14 Then he imitated Farrington, saying, "And here was my nabs, as cool as you please," while Farrington looked at the company out of his heavy dirty eyes, smiling and at times drawing forth stray drops of liquor from his moustache with the aid of his lower lip.