She enjoyed him in the scents absorbed by her crinkling nose.
Annette made a little expressive gesture with her hands; a smile was crinkling her red lips untouched by salve.
They were still skirting Blue Lake, a ten-mile stretch of dimpling, crinkling sapphire.
The hair-crinkling moments in an ordinary life are few enough, heaven knows.
Already he could feel the crinkling of the five-pound note in his hand.
As she went down the hill her cheeks began to glow with the buffet of the wind, and her leaf-brown eyes shone crystal clear from under her soft hair, crinkling in the mist and blowing all about her smooth forehead.
Now bending its long, crinkling spires over the vallies, now glimmering along the summit of the hills.
Far in the eastern horizon hung a pile of brazen clouds, which had passed from the north, over which, the crinkling red lightning momentarily darted, and at times, long peals of thunder were faintly heard.
Thus directly questioned, the unknown smiled quizzically, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners and overflowing with good humour.
Underfoot there were long ferns and gorse, which caught at her crinkling dress sometimes, and then he liberated her and they laughed.
Her mother followed her, crinkling in noisy old silk, and Nancy Joe came next, smelling of lavender and hair-oil.
Then I am more than honoured by your acceptance of the challenge," resumed Don Carlos, his face crinklinginto a smile.
Or possibly not seriously enough," responded Don Carlos, his grave face crinkling into a smile.
I think I managed that rather cleverly, Myra," Don Carlos said, his face crinkling into a mischievous smile.
And I, watching from my hiding, with a vague regret that they could never again be mine, not even for a moment, saw only the crinkling lines of underbrush and here and there the flash of a little white flag.
I paddled cautiously just ahead of him, so near that, looking over my shoulder, I could see the flash of his eye and the waves crinkling away before the push of his great nose.
She's got go and pluck, and did you ever see such a face for crinkling up?
The eye never wearies of following its curls and eddies, the shadow of the waves dancing over the stones, the strange, crinklinglines of sunlight in the shallows.
