He brushed past her.
Julia brushed by them in the hall.
His warm lips brushed her forehead.
Later, as she was slipping into the new blue brushed cotton dress, she reached back to zip it up.
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
She reached out and brushed dirt from his shoulder without commenting.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
She hadn't brushed or rinsed her mouth out since being sick on the plane.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and removed her clothing.
Lisa brushed past Giddon without looking at him.
As she brushed by him on her way to her room to dress, she asked over her shoulder.
Unbraiding her hair she brushed it.
His lips brushed the top of her hand lightly.
She brushed the hair back over her shoulders.
Instead of braids, she brushed her hair into a ponytail.
She brushed his hand away and went to her door.
One hand gracefully held the folds of her dress and the other brushed a wayward curl from her forehead.
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
"Come on," Bordeaux whispered as he brushed past her.
She brushed sand from her pants.
Then he brushed the sand from her pants, finishing up with a light slap on her backside.
She slid down the rock and joined them, casting a sour look at Bordeaux as she brushed by him.
She brushed by him.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek.
She wrinkled her nose at him as she brushed by and he tugged playfully at her hair.
He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.
Claudette brushed some lint from the bodice of her dress.
She brushed past Cade, giving him a stern look as she left the room.
He brushed the hair back from her face and stroked her cheek gently.
Cool fingers brushed her cheek lightly and she woke to find Cade leaning over her.
His fingers caressed her palm warmly and then he brushed the hair away from her cheek.
A shell tore up the earth two paces from Pierre and he looked around with a smile as he brushed from his clothes some earth it had thrown up.
The woman's husband, a short, round- shouldered man in the undress uniform of a civilian official, with sausage-shaped whiskers and showing under his square-set cap the hair smoothly brushed forward over his temples, with expressionless face was moving the trunks, which were placed one on another, and was dragging some garments from under them.
A fly lighted on the baby's cheek, and he brushed it away.
Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to a mirror examined his handsome face.
The latter, a fresh, rosy officer of the Guards, irreproachably washed, brushed, and buttoned, held his pipe in the middle of his mouth and with red lips gently inhaled the smoke, letting it escape from his handsome mouth in rings.
The servants were bringing in jugs and basins, hot water for shaving, and their well- brushed clothes.
Boris' uniform, spurs, tie, and the way his hair was brushed were all comme il faut and in the latest fashion.
Berg arrived in an immaculate brand-new uniform, with his hair pomaded and brushed forward over his temples as the Emperor Alexander wore his hair.
In the front, in the very center, leaning back against the orchestra rail, stood Dolokhov in a Persian dress, his curly hair brushed up into a huge shock.
His short hair had evidently just been brushed, but one lock hung down in the middle of his broad forehead.
His hair had evidently been hastily brushed smooth in front of the temples, but stuck up behind in quaint little tufts.