She had risen again, to stand with bent head past which the hair swept to hide her face.

Elizabeth moved her head, and her hair swept across him.

His hair was dark and swept back over his temples.

Her head hung back, and her long hair swept the ground.

His yellow hair swept forward not long enough to touch the ground, but thick.

The long, blond hair swept to the side, as if it were brushing away doubt and anger.

Her hair was gray, cut short and swept to the side.

But with her hair swept up and some make-up on, she would look quite different.

He gave a low and perfect bow, so low that his hair almost swept the floor.

Her dark hair swept over one eye and she lifted a slim hand to take it away.