1 Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair.
2 His hair was brown and straight, parted on one side.
3 She ran her fingers through her loosened hair for a while.
4 She rearranged her hair, combing and brushing it with unusual energy.
5 His hair and mustache were white and silky, emphasizing the rugged bronze of his face.
6 Mrs. Pontellier's eyes were quick and bright; they were a yellowish brown, about the color of her hair.
7 The hat rested any way on her yellow-brown hair, that waved a little, was heavy, and clung close to her head.
8 Her little neck and arms were bare, and her hair, artificially crimped, stood out like fluffy black plumes over her head.
9 There were a few freckles on her face, and a small, dark mole near the under lip and one on the temple, half-hidden in her hair.
10 The tan of the seashore had left her face, and her forehead was smooth, white, and polished beneath her heavy, yellow-brown hair.
11 She had absolutely no taste in dress, and wore a batch of rusty black lace with a bunch of artificial violets pinned to the side of her hair.
12 She could not leave his presence when he was there, nor remove her eyes from his face, which was something like Napoleon's, with a lock of black hair failing across the forehead.
13 The quadroon nurse was looked upon as a huge encumbrance, only good to button up waists and panties and to brush and part hair; since it seemed to be a law of society that hair must be parted and brushed.
14 But the housemaid, too, served her term as model when Edna perceived that the young woman's back and shoulders were molded on classic lines, and that her hair, loosened from its confining cap, became an inspiration.
15 Some among them thought it was on account of her false hair, or the dread of getting the violets wet, while others attributed it to the natural aversion for water sometimes believed to accompany the artistic temperament.
16 Unlocking the door of her bath-room she went inside, and soon emerged, bringing a rug, which she spread upon the floor of the gallery, and two huge hair pillows covered with crash, which she placed against the front of the building.
17 There was nothing subtle or hidden about her charms; her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent: the spun-gold hair that comb nor confining pin could restrain; the blue eyes that were like nothing but sapphires; two lips that pouted, that were so red one could only think of cherries or some other delicious crimson fruit in looking at them.
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