Behind her dark head the sky was hard and clear.

His narrow dark head had been turned to look at me because I was sitting on the floor now with my eyes half closed.

The dark head at his shoulder lifted, turned to face him.

She couldn't tell who he was, could only see the top and back of his dark head.

He looked down at all the dark heads below him.

No sign of a dark head in the water, either.

And then her eyes picked out another dark head among the crowd.

The dark head nodded, the car ran on just the same.

He looked down at the dark head lying on his shoulder.

She had looked over the little dark head to her husband.