brunette

In April, the 19-year-old brunette in an emerald gown was crowned Miss Honduras.

The girl next to me, an attractive brunette in her 20s, spent much of the first act and most of the second half asleep.

And that short brunette friend she had who no one remembered?

Whether we are fat, skinny, tall, short, blonde, or brunette, should not define us as women.

She was a brunette—great black flashing eyes, full red lips, raven-black hair, skin suffused with the glow of buoyant health.

Among the number of women who came to me with letters was a sweet-faced brunette about thirty.

She was a brunette, sprightly and handsomely dressed, like the rich bourgeois that she was.

The eldest was the most beautiful brunette I have ever seen.

She is tall and slender, a decided brunette, with large black eyes, full of expression.