The young man, who was soberly clad, had dark, almost black hair, and dark eyes.
— from The Slowcoach by E. V. (Edward Verrall) Lucas
Perspiring and puffing and darting about in eccentric directions, and becoming hotter and dingier every moment, he lashed the tide of the yard into a most agitated and turbid state.
— from Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens
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