"Tousled" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... outskirts of a crowd surrounding the pillory, and above the heads of those in front they could see a huge red face under a thatch of tousled hair protruding stiffly through a hole in a beam supported at right angles to a vertical post about five feet high. On each side of the head a large and dirty hand hung through an ...
— The Panchronicon • Harold Steele Mackaye
... interrupted her. He returned violently to the doorway, his hair still tousled, and, standing ...
— Seventeen - A Tale Of Youth And Summer Time And The Baxter Family Especially William • Booth Tarkington
... droning continued ("Having a good look at us," said the Brigade-major in a sepulchral whisper) and then suddenly ceased with what I can only describe as an appalling snort. Almost simultaneously a tousled head was thrust out of a dug-out almost into the great man's face, and Gilbert's cheerful roar was ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 153, Nov. 14, 1917 • Various
... Mandy Ann was not frightened. Her blue eyes danced with excitement as she tossed back her tousled curls. The river, flowing swiftly but smoothly, flashed and rippled in the noon sun in a friendly fashion, and it was most interesting to see how fast the shores slipped by. There was no suggestion of danger; and probably, at the ...
— The Backwoodsmen • Charles G. D. Roberts
... lay me——" he began softly, halting over the unfamiliar words. Lylda's fingers stroked his brown curly head as it nestled against her knees; the firelight shone golden in his tousled curls. ...
— The Girl in the Golden Atom • Raymond King Cummings
... have seen the stunt they did with their lassos," cried Judith, waking in the bed on the other side of the room, and sitting up with her black hair tousled about her face. "I'm going to try it with the pinto ...
— The Bent Twig • Dorothy Canfield
... finding Johnny sitting on the edge of the cot with his tousled head between his two palms, scowling moodily at his feet, advised him ...
— The Thunder Bird • B. M. Bower
... by now was partially reassured as to the humanness of his companion, and he obediently worked at the knot but with hands that trembled. At last it came loose, and Patty with a sigh of relief emerged into the open. Her hair was somewhat tousled and her face was streaked with burnt cork, but her blue eyes were as honest as his own. The sight ...
— Just Patty • Jean Webster |
