1 Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm.
2 I felt my hair rise like bristles on the back of my neck, and my heart seemed to stand still.
3 The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great wavy masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.
4 Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.
5 They wore high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, and had long black hair and heavy black moustaches.
6 There, indeed, was a woman with dishevelled hair, holding her hands over her heart as one distressed with running.
7 Last night he was a frank, happy-looking man, with strong, youthful face, full of energy, and with dark brown hair.
8 His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion.
9 To-day he is a drawn, haggard old man, whose white hair matches well with the hollow burning eyes and grief-written lines of his face.
10 There is not even a toilet glass on my table, and I had to get the little shaving glass from my bag before I could either shave or brush my hair.
11 Oh, God, let these poor white hairs go in evidence of what he has suffered, who all his life has done no wrong, and on whom so many sorrows have come.
12 It interested me, even at that moment, to see, that, whilst the face of white set passion worked convulsively over the bowed head, the hands tenderly and lovingly stroked the ruffled hair.
13 The forehead is broad and fine, rising at first almost straight and then sloping back above two bumps or ridges wide apart; such a forehead that the reddish hair cannot possibly tumble over it, but falls naturally back and to the sides.
14 Harker was still and quiet; but over his face, as the awful narrative went on, came a grey look which deepened and deepened in the morning light, till when the first red streak of the coming dawn shot up, the flesh stood darkly out against the whitening hair.
15 I could not see any cause for it, for the howling of the wolves had ceased altogether; but just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair.
16 There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck.