Brows

The old woman knitted her brows.

She wrinkled her brows.

His bushy brows accented his face.

Studying a table of Russian paradigms, Mary unconsciously knitted her brows and scratched her head. She marvelled that most Russian six-year-olds master the noun declensions with little apparent effort.

From under his thick brows sternly watched two black little eyes, which stung sharply.

I stared in silence at Sherlock Holmes, whose lips were compressed and his brows drawn down over his eyes.

There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes.

So wailed Creusa, and in wild despair / filled all the palace with her sobs and cries, / when lo! a portent, wondrous to declare. / For while, 'twixt sorrowing parents' hands and eyes, / stood young Iulus, wildered with surprise, / up from the summit of his fair, young head / a tuft was seen of flickering flame to rise. / Gently and harmless to the touch it spread / around his tender brows, and on his temples fed.

For a whole day my companion had rambled about the room with his chin upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, and absolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks.

“I think so,” murmured the Provincial Mayor; and, knitting his brows, he lapsed into an introspective state, his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words.