 "He was an old gentleman, one side of whose face was no match for the other. The eyelid drooped and hung down like an unhinged window shutter. Indeed, the whole side of his head was dilapidated and seemed like the wing of a house shut up and haunted. I'll warrant that side was well-stuffed with ghost stories..."
Washington Irving, Adventure of the German Student  In a word, I should have set this man down as one of the safest of men to be employed in that capacity, except for the circumstance that while he was speaking to me he twice broke off with a fallen color, turned his face toward the little bell when it did not ring, opened the door of the hut, which was kept shut to exclude the unhealthy damp, and looked out toward the red light near the mouth of the tunnel.
Charles Dickens, No. 1 Branch Line, The Signalman  "Cobwebs were in the angles of the walls and hung down from the ceiling like strips of rotting lace, making undulatory movements in the disturbed air." Ambrose Bierce, The Middle Toe of the Right Foot
 "Several of the ladies left their chairs in order to get closer, and remained standing, their eyes fixed on the magistrate's clean-shaven lips from which issued these solemn words. They shivered and trembled, thrilled by strange apprehensions, taken by the avid and insatiable need for terror that haunted their souls like the torment of unsatisfied hunger."
The Hand, Guy de Maupassant, translation by J.L. Matthews For update, click http://susantacent.weebly.com/  "Instinctively my palate now requires and anticipates sweetness and lightness, something sugared and evanescent; and cool wine, fitting glove-like over those finer nerves that seem to tremble from the roof of my mouth and make it spread (as I drink) into a domed cavern, green with vine leaves, musk-scented, purple with grapes. Now I can look steadily into the mill-race that foams beneath." Virginia Woolf, The Waves (Neville is speaking)
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