When one stranger has a splendidly preserved blonde wife and the other a splendidly preserved brunette wife, both of whom have won social prominence by years of hard fighting and aloofness, there remains nothing for the two men but to follow the lead, especially when directly under the eyes of the leaders.

The son of the blonde matron smiled cheerfully as the welcome light flooded the coach.

The blonde son's eyes still sought the brunette daughter, but it was furtively done and quite unsuccessfully, for the daughter was now doing a little glaring on her own account.

The blonde matron had just swept her eyes across the daughter's skirt, estimating the fit and material of it with contempt so artistically veiled that it could almost be understood in the dark.

" The blonde matron turned to her husband.

"Do see what is the matter, Ralph," said the blonde matron impatiently.

"Dear me, how annoying," said the blonde matron, but the brunette matron still stared, without the slightest trace of interest in anything else, at the infinitesimal spot she had selected on the affronting window-shade.

" The blonde matron raised up and swept her skirts back perfectly flat.

Only a splendidly cultivated self-control prevented the blonde matron from retaliating upon the unfortunate who had muddled things.

She had dark eyes and bleached blonde hair pulled into a tight pony tail.

The image of his mother with her flamboyant blonde hair was replaced immediately by that of Francescaquiet, natural, and no less forceful.

Lip gloss, touches of eye shadow, and her full wavy blonde hair broadcast femaleness like a lighthouse.

She was a solid blonde, Nordic, with broad cheeks and a big smile.

She had strong cheekbones and dark blonde hair, cut short and swept back.

The man was tall and blonde with a wide forehead and a long triangular face.

Her hair was blonde, the color of freshly planed maple.

Her face had a healthy glow, framed by her soft shoulder-length blonde hair.

Oliver pulled a yellow pad from his bag and wrote names on the final page where they wouldn't be seen: Ruth, short blonde; Edna, happy; Lillian, glasses, bored; Vi, body; Dan; Suzanne.

A blonde hulk who will carry you away."

She came close and picked a blonde hair from his shirt.

A well padded blonde stood by his elbow and patted his arm when he said, "It wasn't my graveyard.

Pushing open a door, which I fell against, I found myself in a pretty little bedroom lighted by a single candle, articles of female costume banging across chairs and scattered over dressing-tables, while on the floor, just as she had swooned in her terror, lay a blonde girl of nineteen or twenty, pale as marble, but beautiful.

Blanche Creamer, a lax, tumble-to-pieces, Greuze-ish looking blonde, whom the Widow hated because the men took to her, was purgatoried between the two old Doctors, and could see all the looks that passed between Dick Venner and his cousin.

But it would be difficult, I think, to bring vividly before the reader that tall, thin, blonde man, with his pale gentle eyes and his insipid mind.

He had just knocked the ash from his cigar, and as he drew in the smoke the glow of the lighted end fled over his blonde face.