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Updated: June 28, 2025
His sandy eyebrows twitched with his dreams against the dead-white, freckled skin above high cheekbones, and two hard ridges were fixed between his brows; now and then over the sleeping face came the look of one riding at a gate.
She had strong cheekbones and dark blonde hair, cut short and swept back. Her eyes were hazel colored. She had a winged messenger look that lightened her direct, almost blunt, expression and her powerful shoulders. "Uh, hi." Oliver shook her hand. "Did you find any pasta sauce?" "Eventually." "Oh," Jennifer said. "You know each other." "Not exactly," he said. Jennifer looked at him closely.
The man was unusual, not eccentric, but unusual; he looked worn, too, haggard, hollow in the cheeks beneath those broad, high cheekbones, though without any appearance of ill-health, for he was strongly built, with curly hair that seemed to show all the vitality of a fine constitution. Something in his face and attitude touched young Jolyon.
His head drooped forward on his palm, his shoulders took on a tired stoop, his cheekbones showed painfully. An observer might have said, "He is looking down upon his own grave." Sunday comes in a Western wheat harvest with such sweet and sudden relaxation to man and beast that it would be holy for that reason, if for no other. And Sundays are usually fair in harvest time.
Then go and wait for me at the place they call Apple Blossom Court. I don't know where it is, but I am going there. I want to hear how you came to this. Will you come?" The thief lurched away from the wall and toward him. He stared up into his eyes through the fog. The tears had smeared his cheekbones. "God!" he said. "Will I come? Look and see if I'll come." Dart looked.
Harvey was exactly what he, from the description he had heard of them, had pictured to himself that a Roundhead soldier would be. He had a stern face, eyes deeply sunk in his head, high cheekbones, a firm mouth, and a square jaw. He wore his hair cut close. His figure was bony, and he must, as a young man, have been very powerful.
His eyes seemed fastened to his cheekbones, and he smiled with a cunning little air. Pécuchet could not keep from saying, "One would rather take him for your father!" "He is my godfather," replied Bouvard carelessly, adding that his baptismal name was François-Denys-Bartholemée. Pécuchet's baptismal name was Juste-Romain-Cyrille, and their ages were identical forty-seven years.
Before the man stepped inside, Peter made a mental image of the scene, for it was to be firmly imbedded in his mind so that he would never forget the slightest detail for the rest of his life the wind blowing about the fierce visage, tossing up the long strands of hair; the massive, veined hand that clutched the wrought iron thumb-latch, and the way that the lamp struck his face, highlighting the thin, ridged nose and high cheekbones.
Their personal appearance is by no means prepossessing small eyes and high cheekbones, with scanty hair of a very coarse texture. In every sense of the word they are still strictly nomads; their children and tents are carried by camels, and in a few hours their temporary village, or oulous, is established.
She took stock of his features; the straight, clearly marked black brows under the mark the cap made on his forehead; the rather high cheekbones, the clear-cut nose and chin, the little line of black mustache that did not hide his hard-set and yet sensitive lips; the square, rather long jaw "He'll have deep lines at the sides of his mouth in a few more years," she thought, and "He's much darker than I remembered him.
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