Her knees buckled and hit the cabinet.
Her knees finally gave way and she dropped into the chair.
The blood left her head in a race to her feet and her knees melted to follow.
She sighed and drew her knees up against her chest.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
Kin shoved her knees a part and yanked up her dress.
Specks of light flashed in her eyes and then her knees gave way.
His elbows were propped on his knees, the trench falling back to show a lean body, flat stomach and muscular thighs outlined by the soft material of his pants.
Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.
It was a big horse, tall and bony, with long legs and large knees and feet.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the cave.
The horse was an old, worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that showed plainly through it; the knees knuckled over, and the forelegs were very unsteady.
A very agricola laboriosus was I to travellers bound westward through Lincoln and Wayland to nobody knows where; they sitting at their ease in gigs, with elbows on knees, and reins loosely hanging in festoons; I the home-staying, laborious native of the soil.
He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.
When Len walked in, she was on her knees, clinging to the stool.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
Her mouth felt dry and her knees weak.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared into the dusk.
She fell to her knees, retching.
She lifted a hand to her head and her knees started to buckle.
I crawled to my knees and vomited, and thinking I'd die my throat hurt so badly to do so.
As I tried to rise to my knees I was grabbed from behind and once again, I felt a knife at my throat!
I assure you, I have managed to contact all but three and if I located them I would get down on my knees before them and beg forgiveness, just like I've done with the others .
I sank to my knees at the sight of the unmoving figure of Julie O'Malley.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and closed her eyes for a brief rest.
She dropped to her knees beside him and pushed him onto his back.
He staggered away from the monument and lightning connecting the woman with the clouds and dropped to his knees on the other side of the hill.
She looked around again and drew her knees towards her chest.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
Boris Drubetskoy, brushing his knees with his hand (he had probably soiled them when he, too, had knelt before the icon), came up to him smiling.
The abbe, a well-fed man with a plump, clean-shaven chin, a pleasant firm mouth, and white hands meekly folded on his knees, sat close to Helene and, with a subtle smile on his lips and a peaceful look of delight at her beauty, occasionally glanced at her face as he explained his opinion on the subject.
The countess went into the oratory and there Sonya found her on her knees before the icons that had been left here and there hanging on the wall.
When she saw an indistinct shape in the corner, and mistook his knees raised under the quilt for his shoulders, she imagined a horrible body there, and stood still in terror.
Natasha, motionless on her knees (she was unable to stir), with frightened eyes riveted on him, was restraining her sobs.
With a rapid but careful movement Natasha drew nearer to him on her knees and, taking his hand carefully, bent her face over it and began kissing it, just touching it lightly with her lips.
Pierre glanced into the pit and saw that the factory lad was lying with his knees close up to his head and one shoulder higher than the other.
Then he took out a knife, cut something, closed the knife, placed it under the head of his bed, and, seating himself comfortably, clasped his arms round his lifted knees and fixed his eyes on Pierre.
Among these folk, too, there are good men as well as bad, said he, and still speaking, he turned on his knees with a supple movement, got up, coughed, and went off to another part of the shed.
The men sat huddled up trying not to stir, so as to warm the water that had trickled to their bodies and not admit the fresh cold water that was leaking in under their seats, their knees, and at the back of their necks.