"Which means that I am to have a long, dull evening at home.
— from The Cardinal Moth by Fred M. (Fred Merrick) White

One sees all sorts, of course, but the type which might be selected as predominant is that of a slightly built, fairly tall man, with straight marked features, abundant hair showing strong tendency to curl, on head and lips; dark eyed and dark complexioned, good-looking, merry genial fellows, they are a sun-loving race.
— from Normandy by G. E. (Geraldine Edith) Mitton

Dorothy took the dowager's hand and looked down earnestly and affectionately into her upturned gaze.
— from The Vanity Girl by Compton MacKenzie

The fact of its existence had apparently lain dormant, except among post card specialists, until the Canadian correspondent of Mekeel's Weekly Stamp News rose to remark [229] that they could be produced by manipulating an uncut sheet of the regular cards.
— from Canada: Its Postage Stamps and Postal Stationery by Clifton A. (Clifton Armstrong) Howes

They had long black braids of hair and large dark eyes and white skins, and at that distance they all looked beautiful; but although John worshipped beauty, even in the form of olive-trees and purple mists, it was not the loveliness of these Spanish girls that set his pulses beating and sent the blood to his head.
— from The Bell in the Fog and Other Stories by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton

You've had a long day, Ed, and as far as I know, I'll be here tomorrow night, too."
— from An Encounter in Atlanta by Ed Howdershelt

A sight good for anybody on a day like this was this college girl with beautiful dark hair and laughing dark eyes, a satiny pink and white complexion, and a slender form, clad just now in dainty pink gingham with faint little edgings of white and pale green, all stylishly put together to reveal rounded arms, and white neck, and dimpled chin.
— from A Master's Degree by Margaret Hill McCarter

Francesco Ubertini, called Il Bacchiacca, was a diligent painter, and, although he was the friend of Jacone, he always lived decently enough and like an honest man.
— from Lives of the most Eminent Painters Sculptors and Architects, Vol. 08 (of 10) Bastiano to Taddeo Zucchero by Giorgio Vasari

While they had been speaking they had walked on through the lane to a wider spot, where, under a yellow bank, with blackberries still hanging above, like dark eyes amongst the withered leaves, rose up the smoke of the forbidden pot.
— from A Whim, and Its Consequences Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIV by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James