111.   Her view of the driver of the Renault, albeit only a back view, had shown her the thick dark hair of someone obviously quite young.

112.   His dark curly hair was becoming tousled.

113.   Above the open neck of his white cotton shirt, a few dark hairs curled.

114.   Luce stood by the rail, a cooling breeze fanning her cheeks and lifting her fringe and the loose tendrils of dark hair.

115.   Even the dark hair seemed to have lost its shine.

116.   The skin tone, the shine on the dark hair, the thick sweep of lashes, were lifelike.

117.   Luce pushed back her long dark hair, leaving a smudge of dust across her cheek.

118.   She bent over him, her long dark hair brushing his face.

119.   With a sudden abrupt tug, he loosened his tie, and raked his hand through his dark hair.

120.   In a black tracksuit, and well-worn trainers, dark hair tousled, his tanned skin glowing from the exercise, he looked overwhelmingly attractive.