She relaxed and pressed her bare legs into the sand in front of her.
The house lay behind a newly dug pond filled with water to the brink and with banks still bare of grass.
She wore the Grecian style gown of Hell: secured around her neck by a loose band, it draped over her curves and pooled at her feet, leaving her arms, shoulders and back bare to the hips.
A tall, bald-headed old man with a red nose, wearing a dressing gown and with galoshes on his bare feet, stood in the anteroom.
The rest of the walls were bare, the curtains drawn even during daylight, and the heavy wooden furniture solid and worn.
It cushioned her bare feet the way she imagined a cloud might.
She drew him as she'd seen him in the morning, bare-chested and carrying a sword.
The shed at Hugson's Siding was bare save for an old wooden bench, and did not look very inviting.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
She needed to feel his bare body against hers, ached for his hot hands to brand her as his.
Dean half-felt his way across the parking lot in his bare feet, cursing the pebbles and splashing through ankle-deep puddles at curbside before stumbling into the absolute darkness of the beach-side path.
Believing their danger past, they sprang from their ambush and, chirruping something in their shrill little voices and holding up their skirts, their bare little sunburned feet scampered merrily and quickly across the meadow grass.
The cymbals and horns in the orchestra struck up more loudly, and this man with bare legs jumped very high and waved his feet about very rapidly.
When she turned away she feared he might seize her from behind by her bare arm and kiss her on the neck.
The tall youth, not noticing the disappearance of his foe, waved his bare arm and went on talking incessantly, attracting general attention to himself.
Mademoiselle George, with her bare, fat, dimpled arms, and a red shawl draped over one shoulder, came into the space left vacant for her, and assumed an unnatural pose.
Natasha did not move, though her little bare foot, thrust out from under the quilt, was growing cold on the bare floor.
He swung around, soberly surveying her from bare feet up, stopping at her breasts.
The white dress scarcely touched the tops of her bare feet and fitted her perfectly.
Edith leaned closer to him and began to run playful fingers down his bare chest, and lower.
She had once again donned the white dress, and the hem touched the tops of her bare feet.
Dean had a memory of Fred draping a flannel shirt over Franny's bare shoulders, though no recollection of the order of arrival or any real details of what followed.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet--if a hero ever has a valet--bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do.
Though the woodchoppers have laid bare first this shore and then that, and the Irish have built their sties by it, and the railroad has infringed on its border, and the ice-men have skimmed it once, it is itself unchanged, the same water which my youthful eyes fell on; all the change is in me.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
Walden, being like the rest usually bare of snow, or with only shallow and interrupted drifts on it, was my yard where I could walk freely when the snow was nearly two feet deep on a level elsewhere and the villagers were confined to their streets.
It is glorious to behold this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun, the bare face of the pond full of glee and youth, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it, and of the sands on its shore--a silvery sheen as from the scales of a leuciscus, as it were all one active fish.
The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered a reply unnecessary.
This black-eyed, wide-mouthed girl, not pretty but full of life--with childish bare shoulders which after her run heaved and shook her bodice, with black curls tossed backward, thin bare arms, little legs in lace- frilled drawers, and feet in low slippers--was just at that charming age when a girl is no longer a child, though the child is not yet a young woman.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
Natasha rose slowly and carefully, crossed herself, and stepped cautiously on the cold and dirty floor with her slim, supple, bare feet.
Like the others this fifth man seemed calm; he wrapped his loose cloak closer and rubbed one bare foot with the other.
Every time he looked at his bare feet a smile of animated self-satisfaction flitted across his face.
The sound of bare feet splashing through the mud was heard in the darkness, and the drummer boy came to the door.
The horses that had previously been invisible could now be seen to their very tails, and a watery light showed itself through the bare branches.
It had bare deal floors and was furnished with very simple hard sofas, armchairs, tables, and chairs made by their own serf carpenters out of their own birchwood.
The result of her investigation is embodied in the printed note herewith enclosed. [This note is a statement of the bare facts and an apology, which Mr. Anagnos inserted in his report of the Perkins Institute.]
An honest, hard-working, but shiftless man plainly was John Field; and his wife, she too was brave to cook so many successive dinners in the recesses of that lofty stove; with round greasy face and bare breast, still thinking to improve her condition one day; with the never absent mop in one hand, and yet no effects of it visible anywhere.
The faint silvery warblings heard over the partially bare and moist fields from the bluebird, the song sparrow, and the red-wing, as if the last flakes of winter tinkled as they fell!
"Tell these devils, these fiends, to let me pass!" shouted Denisov evidently in a fit of rage, his coal-black eyes with their bloodshot whites glittering and rolling as he waved his sheathed saber in a small bare hand as red as his face.
Two soldiers held him while two others were flourishing their switches and striking him regularly on his bare back.