He had that splendid pallor that gives something of the majesty of marble to the ardent races of the South.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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Mr. Rochester’s extreme pallor had disappeared, and he looked once more firm and stern.
Charlotte Brontë. Jane Eyre (1847)
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a portly upright man (whom I can see now, as I write) in a well-worn olive-colored frock-coat, with a peculiar pallor overspreading the red in his complexion,
Charles Dickens. Great Expectations (1861)
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The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white— unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition.
J.D. Salinger. Franny and Zooey, p.171 (1955)
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Looking up at the slender, pallid figure, stooping elegantly over the tinderbox,