Her eyes were bloodshot but otherwise she looked pale lying on the sheets like a limp doll.
He'll limp around for a week or so and then he'll be fine.
He walked with a slight limp and looked older than thirty-six.
He grabbed the child under his arm and after dropping the now limp boy on the other side, climbed back over.
Stepping into the room, he took the book from a limp hand and placed it quietly on the night stand.
She held his limp hand and fought back panic.
Rhyn followed, painfully aware of the limp mortal body in his arms.
It wasn't until her body went totally limp in his arms that he realized just how small she was.
She darted for the barn, the kid's feet dangling like limp ropes.
He went limp, and she struggled to hold him up.
He started to say something to the fleeing attendant but instead lifted the limp body up in his arms to a more reasonable position and carefully carried her out to the anteroom.
He then carried Cynthia Byrne's limp but still drenched and shivering body through the connecting door to her bed and laid her on one of the towels.
The sun was warm and he walked with a slight limp but an easy stride, past the shops of the small central section to the west side of the quiet town.
He walked with a slight limp and his gaunt frame was gangly.
He carefully hefted her limp body and held her against him like a child.
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her limp frame against him.
She lay limp in his arms, startled and afraid to respond - afraid the kiss meant nothing to him.
Charles was limp in his grip.
The Other's body seized up then went limp, its head lolling back, as it lost the ability to move.
But his limp is the only indication that he is Lucifer fallen from heaven.
Yes, it was like a dream in which a man fancies that a ruffian is coming to attack him, and raises his arm to strike that ruffian a terrible blow which he knows should annihilate him, but then feels that his arm drops powerless and limp like a rag, and the horror of unavoidable destruction seizes him in his helplessness.
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.