I am pocked from head to heel like a Swiss mercenary late come from Venice.
The walls of the white church were splashed with blood, pocked with bullets.
A rook rifle was leaning tip against it, and looking round I saw that the walls were all pocked with bullet marks.
His face had an odd twist to it, and his bald head was pocked with perspiration.
It was his third summer for that same cupola and the tin was pocked with little dents for three feet up and down.
She was garbed in a wrapper, flowing and reaching the ground, purple, and pocked with large white spots.
The craters lie in a blown and dug up wilderness of heaps of reddish earth, pocked with shell-holes, and tumbled with wire.
They turned into the dark mouth of one of the caves which pocked the crater's inside wall.
Full of bitterness, he walked to the living room and examined the smashed windows, the pocked walls, the damaged chandelier.
His Negroid features, streaked with dust and pocked with leaf fragments, had whitened.