She unfastened the instrument.
The first arrival unfastened Dean's helmet, the object of their curiosity.
His dressing gown was unfastened, his face red and distorted.
He was wearing a shirt and his unfastened necktie was hanging in my face.
She unfastened the seatbelt, all but falling into the street as he yanked her out.
She unfastened the belt of her robe and hunched up, pushing it aside, letting it fall open just enough to expose an uninterrupted line of flesh from between her breasts, and down her torso and leg.
Her long blonde hair, unfastened now, cascaded about her shoulders.
Then, with her back still turned toward him, she unfastened the drape cord and began tying the knot.
Her long blonde hair, unfastened, cascaded about her shoulders.
Dean could hear him jump up and he felt the left handcuff being unfastened and a key being pressed into his hand.
He unfastened the belt around her waist and flung it into the darkness.
It dangled in the open space at his neck, visible through the unfastened top button of his loose shirt.
He wore an unfastened cloak, wide breeches hanging down in creases, and a crumpled shako on the back of his head.
The sight of these bearded peasants at work on the battlefield, with their queer, clumsy boots and perspiring necks, and their shirts opening from the left toward the middle, unfastened, exposing their sunburned collarbones, impressed Pierre more strongly with the solemnity and importance of the moment than anything he had yet seen or heard.
She did not let go of her mother but struggled tenderly with her, demanded a pillow and hot water, and unfastened and tore open her mother's dress.
"Jacob, bring a bottle!" shouted the host, a tall, handsome fellow who stood in the midst of the group, without a coat, and with his fine linen shirt unfastened in front.
Four days before, sentinels of the Preobrazhensk regiment had stood in front of the house to which Balashev was conducted, and now two French grenadiers stood there in blue uniforms unfastened in front and with shaggy caps on their heads, and an escort of hussars and uhlans and a brilliant suite of aides-de-camp, pages, and generals, who were waiting for Napoleon to come out, were standing at the porch, round his saddle horse and his Mameluke, Rustan.
His trench was long and unfastened, the chilled winter wind whipping back one side to reveal a sword tucked against his leg.
One member of Mountain Rescue grabbed him under the arms while another unfastened his line, but he shook off their ministrations while he tried to focus on the activity going on around him.