The father cut slices from a loaf of brown bread.
Warm brown eyes turned on Lisa again with concern.
He led her into a large study with a huge, brown leather couch near a dead hearth.
He met Bianca's beautiful brown eyes.
Her large brown eyes took in Lisa with surprise and she threw her son a questioning look.
That difference gives me brown eyes and you blue eyes.
She squinted, realizing the two furry brown monsters were men in costumes from Where the Wild Things Are.
Verdant forests stretched to the steely sky, a swath of green, brown, and grey.
He threw a saddle on a reddish brown horse and nodded You're right.
He spat a stream of brown fluid at the ground and grinned at her.
They were a soft, sable brown with specs of black that seemed to swirl in motion around her pupils like two tiny solar systems.
The anemone, the wild violet, the hepatica, and the funny little curled-up ferns all peeped out at us from beneath the brown leaves.
A puritan may go to his brown-bread crust with as gross an appetite as ever an alderman to his turtle.
Here it is! was seen even on Prince Bagration's hard brown face with its half-closed, dull, sleepy eyes.
Thick brown brows crouched over darkening eyes.
He didn't wear a coat today and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal brown muscular forearms.
Curly brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she wore jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt that was tight over her swollen belly.
He watched the mage in brown scuttle away.
His tucked waist and hips were clad in dark brown, his feet bare.
He was sure by now it was a brown tangle, ready for the trash heap.
He was dressed plainly, and, with his reddish-brown hair and mud-bespattered face, looked like a hard- working countryman just in from the backwoods.
Is it actually that blue-eyed redheads have the same number of accidents as non-redheads, but brown-eyed redheads are even more clumsy, accident prone, and traffic hazards?
'Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.'
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
I have water from the spring, and a loaf of brown bread on the shelf.--Hark!
The golden brown skin and black hair reminded her of the conversation at Thanksgiving.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.
She had large brown eyes with thick black lashes and matching hair that was stacked becomingly on top of her head.
A stunning man with a large smile dressed in white stood a few feet away, his brown hair ruffled by the sea breeze.
His large brown eyes were studying Deidre.
Tell this nice man the truth, she said, meeting the twinkling brown eyes.
We have several refugees here already, the woman in the long brown robe said.
His skin was darker, the color of honey as opposed to alabaster, his eyes a rich, dark brown, and his features lacking the delicate, chiseled beauty of Romas's family.
You will notice my braids are tied with yellow, pink, brown, red, green, white and black; but I have no blue ribbons.
First, Tommy Jones whispered to Billy Brown and was at once called out to stand on the floor.
I told her that her hair was brown, and she asked, "Is brown very pretty?"
Young Nicholas, now a slim lad of fifteen, delicate and intelligent, with curly light-brown hair and beautiful eyes, was delighted because Uncle Pierre as he called him was the object of his rapturous and passionate affection.
Tucking a wayward strand of curly brown hair back into her bun, she replaced her hat and wrapped the lead lines around the wagon break.
She dropped the package on the bed and eagerly tore back the brown paper wrapping.
Tossing her worn clothing into the brown paper, she tied it up and left the room.
She called to him as he hunkered down beside a rose bush with a few brown leaves clinging to it.
I asked, just as a stocky bearded man dressed in a brown religious smock came out of a side door.
His gaze lingered, and he took in the beautiful doe brown eyes, deep set and large, framed by long eyelashes.
Her skin was caramel, her long brown hair falling in fat ringlets around her elfin features.
She wasn't sure what she expected when she faced him, but it wasn't the gangly young man with large, uncertain brown eyes.
Jonny's brown eyes, now black, traveled past Dusty to Damian.
The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.
His brown eyes were shadowed, his Hispanic features the color of caramel.
Her smile was quick and warm, her brown eyes dancing.
A shapely woman with curly dark brown hair leaned against the railing of a paddock between the house and a large outer building.
His brown gaze was friendly but cautious.
Three men stood in the main foyer, two in the same shade of brown as her bodyguard and a striking man in designer jeans and an expensive sweater.
His hair was brown rather than white-blond, his beautiful eyes deep set and large.
She commiserated with the brown-tinged blossoms left behind by other customers who didn't want to be so close to death.
His brown hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, and he was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt fastened across the golden skin of his chest by one button.
The door opened to reveal Daniela, the headmistress, a severe-looking woman wearing the brown robes of the convent.
His eyes were white then black then changed from every color in between, his brown hair of medium length and wavy, ruffled by the sea breeze.
The door flew open before she could knock to reveal a stern woman in a monk's brown robes.
The woman in brown glared at him but stalked towards the kitchen.
Rhyn tested the bonds of his cell again until a mage in a brown robe hurried down the hall to repair the damage.
She turned, surprised to see the middle-aged woman in grey robes and sharp brown eyes.
A breakfast buffet lined one end of the cafeteria, with brown-robed women moving in between the food and the kitchen.
She stared at him hard, recognizing the brown eyes but not the lean face and body.
The courtyard was packed with women in brown robes and Immortals.
A small woman in a brown robe rushed to remind him of the rules.
The man beside her had dark blond hair, serious brown eyes in a chiseled face, and a form as fit as his son's.
His youngest sister paused beside him, leaning against his thigh while she studied his lifemate with brown eyes a shade lighter than his.
She looked at him, big brown eyes incredibly sad.
His soft brown eyes were now the color of a deep topaz, feline in nature.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, had chestnut brown hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders with thin streaks of what looked like fire running through it.
Did he have reddish-brown hair, and did he ride a gray horse?
He has big brown eyes and long golden hair and pretty round cheeks.
Her little brown mate has flown away with the other birds; but Annie is not sad, for she likes to stay with me.
"Browns" is a lapse of the pencil for "brown eyes."
So you can well imagine how strong and brown I am....
She found the word "brown" in her primer and wanted to know its meaning.
My brown bread will soon be gone.
The various shades of the sand are singularly rich and agreeable, embracing the different iron colors, brown, gray, yellowish, and reddish.
On the third or fourth of May I saw a loon in the pond, and during the first week of the month I heard the whip-poor-will, the brown thrasher, the veery, the wood pewee, the chewink, and other birds.
One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.
Each day fleecy clouds floated across the sky and occasionally veiled the sun, but toward evening the sky cleared again and the sun set in reddish-brown mist.
Another time, general attention was attracted by a small brown dog, coming heaven knows whence, which trotted in a preoccupied manner in front of the ranks with tail stiffly erect till suddenly a shell fell close by, when it yelped, tucked its tail between its legs, and darted aside.
Four soldiers were holding him, and a spectacled doctor was cutting into his muscular brown back.
The fourth was a peasant, a very handsome man with a broad, light-brown beard and black eyes.
He was the kind of man she wouldn't think twice about running from, though the intelligence gleaming in his soulful brown eyes gave him away as something more.
There was a gentle air around the woman, and her large brown eyes lacked the rigid stoniness of her husband's.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.
A child-angel—the first he.d seen in hundreds of years—gazed at him with large brown eyes before darting up the stairs.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
He glanced around the penthouse decorated in dark colors with flashes of burgundy and brown, attention settling on the familiar skyline visible through the window.