Henry Blaine noiselessly lowered their own window, and suddenly flashed an electric pocket light full in the heavy-jowled face, empurpled with inarticulate rage.
"The Crevice"
William John Burns and Isabel Ostrander
No more heavy chopping for dry heart-wood, no more ashes in the face empurpled by stooping, no more frantic waving of the hat that scatters ashes.
"Camp and Trail"
Stewart Edward White
Perhaps the thought came then because here and there a patch of heather glorified the weeds, or perhaps because Barrie's dreams still empurpled their birthplace.
"The Heather-Moon"
C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson