I have some impressions-perhaps only prejudices dependent on the narrowness of my experience-about forms of eyebrow and their relation to passionate expression.
"George Eliot"
Mathilde Blind
That exclamation was drawn from him by the sight of a great scar, which started from the young man's forehead, crossed his left eyebrow, and came to an end at the lower part of the cheek.
"Monsieur Cherami"
Charles Paul de Kock
When, a moment after, the von Hoffbein took his accustomed seat, in full dress, too,-a red silk lining to his waistcoat, and a red silk handkerchief tucked in above it and worn liver-pad fashion,-the girl said simply, looking toward the man in gray, "My father, sir;" whereupon the young fellow shot up out of his chair, clicked his heels together, crooked his back, placed two fingers on his right eyebrow, and sat down again.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith