My father's face curdled with his "difficult-at-times" miffiness; he hated to be corrected by anyone.

The painter's face curdled with scorn.

The sweet false face was curdling.

Unless I remain forever masked, my dreadful face would curdle all the milk and stop all the clocks.

His face curdled like old milk as he looked at the great wooden stairs.

His face curdled with shock, and he staggered back.

His face curdles the milk.

FitzHamon's marred face curdled into deeper purple, as if an unpardonable shadow had been cast upon his hour of self-congratulation.

I'm almost as old as her father and my face would curdle milk.

The mayor's face curdled in exasperation.