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  • Silently, the guards herd me down cement floor corridors and into the processing area where I am able to shed my horrid-looking orange jumpsuit for some khakis.

    On the Right Track

  • As the day advanced, some children came dashing into school at Norton in such a fright that the schoolmistress went out and spoke indignantly to a ‘horrid-looking man’ on the road.

    Amy Foster

  • We found the deserters in a large room, with at least thirty ruffians, horrid-looking fellows, seated about a long table, drinking, swearing, and talking Irish.


  • In fighting, each party tries to mark the face of his adversary by slashing his nose or eyes; as is often attested by deep and horrid-looking scars.

    Journal of researches into the geology and natural history of the various countries visited by H.M.S. Beagle

  • Laid across one extended arm, looking like dirty towels across a rail, he had the horrid-looking snakes.

    The Lair of the White Worm

  • She peered outside, she later recalled, and saw a gang of “horrid-looking wretches” surround the house.

    John Paul Jones

  • He faced the bar, found himself staring at some horrid-looking swill in a tall glass.


  • Truckloads of horrid-looking men, packed like sardines in a complicity which had something obscene about it, drove through the streets shouting "Deutschland, envache!"

    An Autobiography

  • Just before she reached this forlorn house with the haggard, aged, horrid-looking idiot prowling round it, with his rags fluttering in the wind, she thought that the figure of the hated steward and spy moved along a wild path on the opposite side of that great mountain cleft, traversed by a noisy torrent almost the depth of the whole hill, near the top of which this cottage was perched.

    Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol 58, No. 357, July 1845

  • On reaching the prison, I gave up all for lost; sullenly resigned myself to what now seemed the will of fate; and without a word, except in answer to the interrogatory of my name and country, followed the two horrid-looking ruffians who performed the office of turnkeys.

    Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 55, No. 342, April, 1844


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