And then at last, just as my watch pointed to 6.50 (how well I remember the exact moment!) Rosalind awoke suddenly, as women and children do, sitting straight up on the instant, and putting up her hands to her tousled
hair, with a half-startled "Where am I?" When her hair was once more "respectable," she gave her skirts a shake, bent sideways to pull up her stockings and tighten her garters, looked at her watch, and then with an exclamation at the lateness of the hour, went over, with an air of desperate determination, to her bicycle.
His hair was wondrously tousled
, and some straggling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down toward his forehead.
"Yes," she answered, looking gravely at his tousled
hair and blinking gray eyes.
Here and there went his hands, caressing the shoulders of the boys, playing about the tousled
The taller and more elegant man was still in his night-garb, with tousled
black hair, and now crawling about the garden on his hands and knees, still looking for traces of the burglar; and now and again, to all appearance, striking the ground with his hand in anger at not finding him.
Denisov was a small man with a red face, sparkling black eyes, and black tousled
mustache and hair.
She saw the shock of black hair tousled
upon Tarzan's well-shaped head disappear in a spurt of flame.
An instant later the maid, who looked as tousled
and bewildered as if she had that instant been aroused from the deepest sleep, appeared with a card upon a tray.
Then, as if reproach- ing himself for the longing that he could not repress, he went and kissed the two tousled
heads upon the pillow, took down his seldom-used meerschaum, and opened his Plato.
He got up himself, laughing and glowing, and tousled
; his eyes like a bit of the sky.
That, marching him constantly up and down by the collar (as if he had been taking too much laudanum), she, at those times, shook him, rumpled his hair, made light of his linen, stopped his ears as if she confounded them with her own, and otherwise tousled
and maltreated him.
Henry Allegre, if any man, might have been certain of his own power; and yet, look: I was a chit of a girl, I was sitting with a book where I had no business to be, in his own garden, when he suddenly came upon me, an ignorant girl of seventeen, a most uninviting creature with a tousled
head, in an old black frock and shabby boots.