His broad chest and shoulders looked powerful.
His arms were folded across his chest, one leg thrown carelessly over the other.
The heaviness of his head and chest reminded him of the possibility of suffering and death for himself.
The Frenchman expanded his chest and made a majestic gesture with his arm.
She hugged her knees to her chest and peered through her fingers.
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
Prince Andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced, but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform.
She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
She giggled wildly and he lowered her to his chest, hugged her close.
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
He was suffering physically at that moment, there was a weight on his chest and he could not breathe.
She leaned against his chest for a moment, comforted by his sympathetic embrace.
There is a chest of drawers and a three-quarter bed in the attic.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
The idea that Jonny would turn out to be like Talon made her chest clench.
From his shoulders to his chest to his flat midsection, every part of him looked as if he'd been carefully carved from stone.
Her chest tightened at his words, but she nodded.
His warm chest vibrated against her cheek as he chuckled.
She withdrew her face from his chest and looked up at him, her silver-blue eyes filled with emotion.
She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small and vulnerable once more.
Sweat soon covered her, and her chest began to tighten.
The commander of the regiment was an elderly, choleric, stout, and thick-set general with grizzled eyebrows and whiskers, and wider from chest to back than across the shoulders.
Then it would suddenly seem to him that it was not she but he was so unusually beautiful, and that that was why they all looked so at him, and flattered by this general admiration he would expand his chest, raise his head, and rejoice at his good fortune.
Natasha took the first note, her throat swelled, her chest rose, her eyes became serious.
This short man had on a white leather apron which covered his chest and part of his legs; he had on a kind of necklace above which rose a high white ruffle, outlining his rather long face which was lit up from below.
He spoke slowly in a loud voice and throwing out his chest slightly swayed one leg.
"Home!" said Pierre, and despite twenty-two degrees of frost Fahrenheit he threw open the bearskin cloak from his broad chest and inhaled the air with joy.
His whole short corpulent figure with broad thick shoulders, and chest and stomach involuntarily protruding, had that imposing and stately appearance one sees in men of forty who live in comfort.
A minute later the old man's large stout figure in full-dress uniform, his chest covered with orders and a scarf drawn round his stomach, waddled out into the porch.
"Yes, that was happiness," she then said in her quiet voice with its deep chest notes.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
Sobering, he folded his arms across his chest and rubbed his jaw.
Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.
His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a troubled frown.
The warmth of his muscular chest was like a magnet.
Fury boiled up in her chest and poured from her eyes.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.
A large chest invited, and she knelt, touching the lid.
He lounged against the doorway; arms folded across his chest, and contemplated the family room.
She pounded his chest with her fists and tried to scream.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
Bianca propped her chin on his chest and gazed up at him.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
The chest in the passage was the place of mourning for the younger female generation in the Rostov household.
He sighed deeply, his whole chest heaving, and was silent for a while.
Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass, breathing heavily and noisily.
His chest is dreadfully hollow and his shoulders raised.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
The arm with the IV rested across her chest and the other hung limply.
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.