Paw himself was red-eyed and loose-lipped from yesterday's debauch.

Hank's whole face, especially in the region of his eyes, was puffed unbecomingly.

Casey, squinting an angry eye at Hank and the cup of coffee, spared a thought from his own misery to acknowledge surprise that anything on earth could make Hank more unpleasant to look upon.
Joe had a sickly pallor to prove the potency of the brew.
For such is the way of moonshine when fusel oil abounds, as it does invariably in new whisky distilled by furtive amateurs working in secret and with neither the facilities nor the knowledge for its scientific manufacture.

There is grim significance in the sardonic humor of the man who first named it White Mule.

The kick is certain and terrific; frequently it is fatal as well.