1 A hair laid across the page-ends was too obvious.
2 The girl with dark hair was sitting immediately behind.
3 The girl with dark hair was coming towards them across the field.
4 It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck.
5 A colourless, crushed-looking woman, with wispy hair and a lined face, was standing outside.
6 She was a tall, statuesque, rather silent woman with slow movements and magnificent fair hair.
7 Winston let out the water and disgustedly removed the clot of human hair that had blocked up the pipe.
8 And the girl with dark hair, the girl from the Fiction Department--she would never be vaporized either.
9 She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with thick hair, a freckled face, and swift, athletic movements.
10 For some reason Winston suddenly found himself thinking of Mrs. Parsons, with her wispy hair and the dust in the creases of her face.
11 The old man had on a decent dark suit and a black cloth cap pushed back from very white hair: his face was scarlet and his eyes were blue and full of tears.
12 His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.
13 Parsons, Winston's fellow-tenant at Victory Mansions, was in fact threading his way across the room--a tubby, middle-sized man with fair hair and a froglike face.
14 In the ragged hedge on the opposite side of the field the boughs of the elm trees were swaying very faintly in the breeze, their leaves just stirring in dense masses like women's hair.
15 He was a tiny creature, smaller than Winston, with dark hair and large, protuberant eyes, at once mournful and derisive, which seemed to search your face closely while he was speaking to you.
16 He knew that in the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed.
17 It was a lean Jewish face, with a great fuzzy aureole of white hair and a small goatee beard--a clever face, and yet somehow inherently despicable, with a kind of senile silliness in the long thin nose, near the end of which a pair of spectacles was perched.
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