towsy

When the dust had settled, after an admittedly towsy encounter, three Rangers players were dismissed for dangerous tackles and many others were booked for clumsy challenges.

Lay off the Old Firm, Mr Salmond – Glasgow has more 'shameful' problems | Kevin McKenna 2011

Richard, beside the driver, with her hair all towsy-wowsy in the wind — he just said: ‘Oh, lor, Polly!’ and disappeared, and that was the last I saw of him.

Australia Felix 2003

"Oh, dear dad, how can you say anything so cruel?" cried Ida, burrowing her towsy golden hair into her father's shirt front, while Clara pressed her cheek against his whisker.

Beyond the City Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930 1982

"Smite me if it bean't Doggy Trang!" said the mate when the squat towsy-headed seaman who had conducted us below had left us.

Humphrey Bold A Story of the Times of Benbow Herbert Strang

Sonachan and the baron-bailie quarrelled away about some point of pedigree as they sat, a towsy, unkempt pair, in a dusty corner of the byre, with beards of a most scraggy nature grown upon their chins.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

He bore down on Athole, he and his towsy rabble, hoping to get the clans there to join him greedily for the sake of the old feud against MacCailein Mor, but the Stewarts would have nothing to say to him, and blows were not far off when Montrose and his cousin Black Pate came on the scene with his king's licence.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

He was about five feet four, broad-shouldered, and with a great towsy head of grizzled hair.

Mr. Standfast John Buchan 1907

"How is it now?" he answered anxiously, for she was still rubbing the towsy golden curls which covered the back of her head.

A Study in Scarlet Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930 1902

"How is it now?" he answered anxiously, for she was still rubbing the towsy golden curls which covered the back of her head.

A Study in Scarlet Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930 1902

"How is it now?" he answered anxiously, for she was still rubbing the towsy golden curls which covered the back of her head.

A Study in Scarlet Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930 1902