Book,  chapter

 1    1,   13|        the skin fine, and the hair the color of cafe au lait.~
 2    1,   15|     broad shoulders, and long hair bound together with leather
 3    1,   21| military aspect, with grayish hair, and an imperious eye, as
 4    2,   12|      of his race; the crisped hair, the nearly black skin,
 5    3,    2|       harsh voices, and black hair, which was dressed in the
 6    3,    4|     the wretched man tore his hair and wrung his hands. His
 7    3,    7|     tribe tall, with straight hair, like the Maltese, or the
 8    3,   11|     for several days when his hair is cut; when he is tattooed;
 9    3,   11|   still young. Her disheveled hair flowed over her shoulders.
10    3,   16|       both hands and tore his hair. He neither knew what he
11    3,   20|    cried Paganel, tearing his hair; “I ought not to have forgotten