She was heavily laden, and I could make out as she drew nearer Montgomery's
white-haired, broad-shouldered companion sitting cramped up with the dogs and several packing-cases in the stern sheets.
Out of the wine-shop into the street, out of the street into a courtyard, out of the courtyard up a steep staircase, out of the staircase into a garret,--formerly the garret where a
white-haired man sat on a low bench, stooping forward and very busy, making shoes.
The door was opened by a tall,
white-haired Frenchman.
Did he see himself, a
white-haired decrepit man, bending his hitherto inflexible theories to appointed circumstances; making his facts and figures subservient to Faith, Hope, and Charity; and no longer trying to grind that Heavenly trio in his dusty little mills?
The French window swung open a little wider, and a handsome
white-haired old lady, with a somewhat masterful cast of features, stepped out of it on to the lawn.
She did not look very old, and her face was a pleasant, round one; but she was
white-haired and, as one could detect at the first glance, quite in her second childhood.
The nightmare of that flight down the Ugambi with the hideous horde racing after him by day and by night, now abreast of him, now lost in the mazes of the jungle far behind for hours and once for a whole day, only to reappear again upon his trail grim, relentless, and terrible, reduced the Russian from a strong and robust man to an emaciated,
white-haired, fear-gibbering thing before ever the bay and the ocean broke upon his hopeless vision.
He is an elderly man, red-faced,
white-haired, and choleric.
In a sitting-room on the ground-floor, ensconced in an armchair with her back to the light, was the owner and mistress of the estate, a
white-haired woman of not more than sixty, or even less, wearing a large cap.
Fentolin's private secretary - a
white-haired woman, with a strangely transparent skin and light brown eyes, dressed in somber black, a woman who might have been of any age from thirty to fifty.
But mine is a different problem from that
white-haired humbug of yours.
There is something weirdly pathetic about the picture of that
white-haired veteran greeting with his loving handshake this friend who had been dead forty years.