He had dark eyes, disheveled hair, and his clothes were expensive, but worn as if he did not care or notice what he wore.
He saw a head bent over sheets of paper, the light of the desk lamp glistening on strands of disheveled hair, a white shirt clinging to her shoulders, its loose folds suggesting the thinness of her body.
A disheveled woman rushed up to Dagny, waving two tickets and screaming something about the wrong date.
She wore a wrinkled cotton dress, and her hair was disheveled by hours of driving.
It took her a moment to realize that the eager, breathless, disheveled young man was Quentin Daniels.
She wore slacks, rolled above the knees of her bare legs, she had dark, disheveled hair and large eyes.
The man standing on the threshold, with disheveled hair, a soot-streaked face and furnace-smudged arms, dressed in scorched overalls and bloodstained shirt, standing as if he wore a cape waving behind him in the wind, was Francisco d’Anconia.
She saw a young girl wearing a suit too smart and expensive for the neighborhood, with no hat, no purse, with a broken heel, disheveled hair and a bruise at the corner of her mouth, a girl staggering blindly, not knowing sidewalks from pavements.
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