Carmen uncrossed her legs and stood.
The muscles in her legs were contracting painfully.
Its legs were long and lean and its head was held low, ears erect.
As Carmen's legs took off, she was saying to herself; "never run from a bear."
It was a big horse, tall and bony, with long legs and large knees and feet.
The keeper of the bears made one big black fellow stand on his hind legs and hold out his great paw to us, which Helen shook politely.
His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.
Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.
The soft curves on that tall slender body and those long legs were the talk of the locker room when he was a senior.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
She rubbed her legs and stared up at the sky.
She swung her legs around and firmly planted her feet on the ground before accepting the hand he offered.
She tried to keep up with him, but her legs ached from the unfamiliar exercise.
There he stretched out his long legs and sipped at the cup of coffee.
The shadow made her long legs look short.
He glanced at her bare legs and she blushed, squirming in the chair.
He leaned back in his chair again and stretched his legs out, his piercing gaze sorting through the secrets of her mind.
Why don't you protect those fantastic legs with some jeans and I'll take you to explore the woods.
Those jeans make your legs look so long.
The trail was clear and level ahead of her, so she let her long legs stretch out.
She forced her legs to move faster, stumbling and almost falling in the deep sand.
Take a few swallows of water and rest your legs for a minute.
When the ache had left her legs numb, and her breath was no longer coming in gasps, they started out again - across sand dunes - up and down.
He helped her up and she tried to stand, but her legs felt like rubber.
Her legs felt like posts, but she drug one foot in front of another until the ground under her feet seemed to change.
The muscles in her legs felt numb.
Her knees were weak, but her legs finally obeyed as she turned back toward the hotel.
All her dresses now fit snugly across the bust, and even her skinny legs were beginning to have some attractive curves.
The inside of her legs were so sore that walking might be more comfortable.
Her legs were so numb that she staggered and grabbed the stirrup.
Actually, her legs felt like stumps and her groin muscles were knotted with pain.
Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
He was not meditating, but only deferring the moment of making the effort to lift those legs up and turn over on the bed.
In the presence of Tikhon and the doctor the women washed what had been the prince, tied his head up with a handkerchief that the mouth should not stiffen while open, and with another handkerchief tied together the legs that were already spreading apart.
When Scherbinin came galloping from the left flank with news that the French had captured the fleches and the village of Semenovsk, Kutuzov, guessing by the sounds of the battle and by Scherbinin's looks that the news was bad, rose as if to stretch his legs and, taking Scherbinin's arm, led him aside.
Another time, general attention was attracted by a small brown dog, coming heaven knows whence, which trotted in a preoccupied manner in front of the ranks with tail stiffly erect till suddenly a shell fell close by, when it yelped, tucked its tail between its legs, and darted aside.
The peasants went up and took him by his shoulders and legs, but he moaned piteously and, exchanging looks, they set him down again.
Malasha, who had long been expected for supper, climbed carefully backwards down from the oven, her bare little feet catching at its projections, and slipping between the legs of the generals she darted out of the room.
Wishing to speak and to attract their attention, he got up, but at that moment his legs grew cold and bare.
He felt ashamed, and with one arm covered his legs from which his cloak had in fact slipped.
The cart was loaded high, and at the very top, beside a child's chair with its legs in the air, sat a peasant woman uttering piercing and desperate shrieks.
And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.