Even in the robe, hair somewhat disarrayed, she was good to look at.

"Everything," Crystal huffed, using her fingers to straighten out her disarrayed hair.

She planned this all out while she cleaned the mud from her dress and repinned her disarrayed hair.

Except for wildly disarrayed hair and the excitement in her eyes, she looked normal enough.

She turned her face to him, brushing back her slightly disarrayed hair, as he stood her back on her feet.

She pawed helplessly at her disarrayed hair tumbling loosely down her shoulder.

She sprang up in mingled annoyance and embarrassment, a short, pretty girl of twenty - four or five, her brown hair rather charmingly disarrayed.

Her expensive clothes were the latest fashion and her stylishly disarrayed hair was blond.

She was standing at the back of the stairs, in a harsh northern light that softened in the golden mist of her disarrayed hair.