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Usage examples of bald.

King of Alb and husband to the Lady Alwyth, sat at the head of the table with Cunobar to his right and a thickset bald warrior to his left.

Slote was disconcerted by the bald question, much as he had been by the unlooked-for dinner bid, and by the wealth of the Ascher home.

Monica and Howard had stationed themselves by the baggage carousels and they waved enthusiastically as she appeared, Monica a lot blonder and Howard only slightly balder.

Will use breakaway clothes, nylon and silk, bald cap, finger cups and other latex appliances.

A bland, phlegmatic smile hung on his brown face with its heavy-bearded cheeks, and he was buffing the facets of his bald head gently with the palms of both hands.

Bald and infected, quiet and cachectic, he was getting his life in order.

By Venus, while yet young, we can cover our full locks with chaplets--while yet the cithara sounds on unsated ears--while yet the smile of Lydia or of Chloe flashes over our veins in which the blood runs so swiftly, so long shall we find delight in the sunny air, and make bald time itself but the treasurer of our joys.

Whereupon, with a serene and cheerful countenance, up rose the mighty form of Amyas Leigh, a head and shoulders above his tormentor, and that slate descended on the bald coxcomb of Sir Vindex Brimblecombe, with so shrewd a blow that slate and pate cracked at the same instant, and the poor pedagogue dropped to the floor, and lay for dead.

Mr Cribbage straightened his greasy old tie, combed his Hitler moustache and arranged the few strands of his hair across his bald patch.

Tammie was standing with her hands on her hips when the front door opened and a big bald guy in digicam, clearly directly off the range from the smell, stepped into the area and paused, looking them over.

He had grown fatter and balder, and his pudgy face seemed sexually indeterminate and permanently worried.

Rouletabille as he entered the drawing-room recognized the shining, fattish bald head of the terrible man.

They lay on their sides with their thin, featherless necks and bald heads caked with dust.

Their son looked like most Vulcan babies: rather green, very bald, his head a little pushed out of shape from the stress of delivery misshaping the soft fontanelles at the top of the skull.

The hills shouldered it friendlily, hills with wide green rides among the firs and sometimes a bald nose of granite.