He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
She combed Destiny's hair into pig tails, and then on impulse, did the same with hers.
Refreshed from the inside out, she dressed and combed her hair with her fingers.
She combed her fingers through her red hair, forgetting her pushed-back sunglasses and knocking them to the ground.
Dean combed his fingers through his hair.
He finger-combed his hair.
She put one hand in his hair and combed her fingers through.
Had she even combed her hair this morning?
In her concern for his safety, she hadn't showered or changed clothes - or even combed her hair.
She rarely combed her hair, owned no more than three or four shapeless dresses, which appeared in all seasons, most of which were stained and wrinkled.
In their room she changed into a charcoal gray suit and combed her hair.
The third sub-family is that of the Microtinae, or voles, which are distributed all over Europe, Northern Asia and North America, and are characterized by the tympanic bulla of the skull being filled with honey-combed bony tissue, the small size of the infra-orbital foramen, and the deep pterygoid fossa on the palatal aspect.
Before the introduction of machinery applicable to the spinning of silk waste, the refuse from cocoon reeling, and also from silk winding, which is now used in producing spun silk fabrics, hosiery, &c., was nearly all destroyed as being useless, with the exception of that which could be hand-combed and spun by means of the distaff and spinning wheel, a method which is still practised by some of the peasantry in India and other Eastern countries.
This fibre again yields combings which will also be combed, and so on for five or six times until the combings are too short, and are taken from the machine and known as noils.
The hair in front is combed down over the fore.
Jim accepted it as a mere detail, and at his command the attendants gave his coat a good rubbing, combed his mane and tail, and washed his hoofs and fetlocks.
I got up, washed my face and hands, combed my hair, picked three dew violets for Teacher and ate my breakfast.
"Ah, madam, it is a great sacrament," replied the priest, passing his hand over the thin grizzled strands of hair combed back across his bald head.
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
Then he took off his nightcap, combed his hair over his temples, and donned his cap.