His face was still livid.

That which had been white in his eyes was quite red.
De Chauxville was crawling toward the revolver in the corner of the room, but he was almost fainting.

It was a question whether he would last long enough to reach the fire-arm.

There was a bright patch of red in either liver-colored cheek; his lips were working convulsively.

And Steinmetz saw him in time.