A tall, bald man walked through the door and looked around.
The bald man must have been sitting here before he went down for his smoke.
The bald man was running ahead to open the door.
The bald man wouldn't even look at him for the better part of two minutes.
When I go back into the sitting room, the bald man is watching the television.
"You have no right," he said quickly as the bald man turned away.
The bald man walked back to his front and center position.
The bald man for the first time now took notice of us.
Outside was a small bald man in a long brown coat.
The bald man went out the door in a hurry.
A bald-headed man was at either end of the line.
The next volunteer was a short, bald-headed man with glasses.
He felt no surprise when the small bald-headed man produced a key.
The bald-headed man sat down gravely at the head of the table.
The bald-headed man put his head down on the table.
On the black rock now sat a fairly tall bald-headed man.
I was sweeping off the steps when a bald-headed fat man came up the street.
He was a bald-headed man of no particular age, with quiet blue eyes.
We turned to see an old, spare, bald-headed man step into the light.
I was looking at a fat, bald-headed man with bulging eyes.