1 They had a little girl with fair curls, who wore a gold locket and was dressed like a princess.
2 To her, there was never but one fair side to an argument.
3 She did not want to be fair, although she knew what he said was true.
4 Oh, it wasn't fair that she should have a dead husband and a baby yelling in the next room and be out of everything that was pleasant.
5 Oh, it wasn't fair that she should have to sit here primly and be the acme of widowed dignity and propriety when she was only seventeen.
6 It wasn't fair that she must keep her voice low and her eyes cast modestly down, when men, attractive ones, too, came to their booth.
7 But our fair Southland needs every man.
8 The day came when his pale blue eyes, perfectly cognizant of his surroundings, fell upon Carreen sitting beside him, telling her rosary beads, the morning sun shining through her fair hair.
9 And we cleared a fair crop this last fall, twenty bales.
10 It wasn't fair that a reprobate like Rhett Butler should have so much and she, who carried so heavy a load, should have so little.
11 I shouldn't have expected either truth or honor or fair dealing from you, knowing you as I do.
12 She had no room in her mind for any picture save that of Ashley, lying at the feet of Yankee cavalrymen, his fair hair dappled with blood.
13 Mrs. Trenor was a tall fair woman, whose height just saved her from redundancy.
14 But, by gad, that ain't playing fair: that's dodging the rules of the game.
15 And God knows I want to be fair.