Long after dark we reached home and found the cottage empty; the family were all out hunting for us.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
Her beautiful, unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age.
A strange feeling agitated me all the time I was alone with him in the dark chamber.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
Dulce appeared at Carmen's side, dressed in a dark blue gown with a high collar.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.
I might meet some tall, dark, handsome man on the way, and you'd chase him off.
It grew so dark that the people could not see their way along the streets.
In the still, dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
Ahead of the rest and nearer to him ran a dark- haired, remarkably slim, pretty girl in a yellow chintz dress, with a white handkerchief on her head from under which loose locks of hair escaped.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
She couldn't see his facial expression in the dark, so it was hard to tell if he was teasing her or not.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
Brandon focused his attention on the food in his plate, his face turning a dark shade of red.
"Eureka sees better in the dark than we can," whispered Dorothy.
It ran into a narrow cleft which he had not seen before, and then through a long, dark passage which was barely large enough for a man's body.
Just when things look dark, well, they actually get worse.
Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
Their kisses were usually shared after dark, but as the season progressed, that was getting later in the evening.
They scarcely noticed the sidesaddle; they noticed only the boy's dark eyes and his strong, noble face.
"Ah, here he is, my hero!" said Kutuzov to a portly, handsome, dark- haired general who was just ascending the knoll.
Señor Medena met them at the airport, a pretty dark haired girl at his side.
It was very pleasant, when I stayed late in town, to launch myself into the night, especially if it was dark and tempestuous, and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room, with a bag of rye or Indian meal upon my shoulder, for my snug harbor in the woods, having made all tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts, leaving only my outer man at the helm, or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
Behind them soldiers and officers bore a large, dark-faced icon with an embossed metal cover.
It was already dark, and Pierre could not make out whether the expression of Prince Andrew's face was angry or tender.
He was such a delightful old man, and it was so dark in the forest... and he had such kind...
The night was dark and damp, a scarcely perceptible moisture was descending from above.
It was the same panorama he had admired from that spot the day before, but now the whole place was full of troops and covered by smoke clouds from the guns, and the slanting rays of the bright sun, rising slightly to the left behind Pierre, cast upon it through the clear morning air penetrating streaks of rosy, golden-tinted light and long dark shadows.
"Granddad" himself, as Malasha in her own mind called Kutuzov, sat apart in a dark corner behind the oven.
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
He could see the clear starry sky between the dark roofs of two penthouses.
Two officers, one with a scarf over his uniform and mounted on a lean, dark-gray horse, the other in an overcoat and on foot, stood at the corner of Ilyinka Street, talking.
It was dark in there.
It was eleven by the clock, but it seemed peculiarly dark out of doors.
One was tall and thin, the other dark, shaggy, and sinewy, with a flat nose.
It was an autumn night with dark purple clouds, but no rain.