pale as a ghost

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*pale as a ghost

 and *pale as death
very pale. (*Also: as ~.) Laura came into the room, as pale as a ghost. "What happened?" her friends gasped. What's the matter? You're pale as death!
See also: ghost, pale
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My Voice faltered, My Eyes assumed a vacant stare, my face became as pale as Death, and my senses were considerably impaired--.
We were alone, and he had been staring at me a long time, when all at once, up he got, as pale as death, and came close up to me, to my great terror.
He sprang up and stood before her with trembling jaws, pale as death.
answered Hester, turning pale as death, but responding to this voice, which she too surely recognised.
Dolly turned pale as death, and felt as if she must faint forthwith.
The pretty Madeleine, who had approached during this colloquy, stepped back and turned pale as death on hearing Porthos's words, for she thought the scene with the Swiss was about to be repeated.
I fear I have not so much money with me, madame" she said, pale as death, for all sense of shame was lost in intense apprehension.
exclaimed Louise, who had made the same movement as her friend, and, becoming pale as death, sunk back beside her unfinished letter.
Sometimes she sits for hours together, as pale as death, without looking at anything, and without uttering a word.
said Prince John, involuntarily turning at the same time as pale as death, and shrinking as if blighted by a flash of lightning;
He lifted the little fellow up into Lady Muriel's arms, and mounted the platform as gaily as if nothing had happened: but he was as pale as death, and leaned heavily on the arm I hastily offered him, fearing he was about to faint.
The servant remembers that he came out of the study again 'as pale as death,' and that he passed on without a word on his way back to his own room.
He was pale as death, anxious and absorbed, and hung over the furnace as if it depended upon his utmost watchfulness whether the liquid which it was distilling should be the draught of immortal happiness or misery.
The first time after a year's absence he returned to Misselthwaite and the small miserable looking thing languidly and indifferently lifted to his face the great gray eyes with black lashes round them, so like and yet so horribly unlike the happy eyes he had adored, he could not bear the sight of them and turned away pale as death.
At my cry he dropped it from his grasp and turned as pale as death.