She glanced down at her shirt and then laughed with relief.
Life would be filled with mutual concessions I thought as I tucked my tee shirt into a bottom drawer.
Jeans, sneakers and a Harvard tee shirt made up her attire.
"A soldier on leave--a shirt outside breeches," he would say.
From his square-toed boots to the white shirt tucked into indigo jeans, his lean frame was something to admire.
There she changed into jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers.
She walked stiffly to the closet, deciding quickly on a pair of blue jeans and a light shirt with a collar that would hide most of her neck.
He paused with a shirt in his hand, his expression surprised.
He nibbled at her shirt and she ran her fingers across his velvety muzzle.
As if in answer to her question, he dug a tin from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
When he rejoined her, he'd put on a T-shirt and sandals.
He cut her shirt open while it charged and placed the paddles against her chest.
I will probably absorb vitamins through my skin as my shirt detects I need them.
One morning, between seven and eight, returning after a sleepless night, he sent for embers, changed his rain-soaked underclothes, said his prayers, drank tea, got warm, then tidied up the things on the table and in his own corner, and, his face glowing from exposure to the wind and with nothing on but his shirt, lay down on his back, putting his arms under his head.
He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.
He dropped the shirt and stepped over to her.
"Han said you were out doing battle last night," she said, noticing the shredded T-shirt on the floor.
One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
Among them stood a man whose white shirt was stained with blood.
My stockings and shirt... and the water is running on my seat!
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
He was the same as ever, but the feverish color of his face, his glittering eyes rapturously turned toward her, and especially his neck, delicate as a child's, revealed by the turn-down collar of his shirt, gave him a peculiarly innocent, childlike look, such as she had never seen on him before.
"But perhaps that's my shirt on the table," he thought, "and that's my legs, and that is the door, but why is it always stretching and drawing itself out, and 'piti-piti-piti' and 'ti-ti' and 'piti-piti-piti'...?
And a minute or two later the Frenchman, a black-eyed fellow with a spot on his cheek, in shirt sleeves, really did jump out of a window on the ground floor, and clapping Pierre on the shoulder ran with him into the garden.
I said Friday and here it is, ready, said Platon, smiling and unfolding the shirt he had sewn.
He was evidently afraid the prisoners looking on would laugh at him, and thrust his head into the shirt hurriedly.
Platon kept repeating, pulling the shirt straight.
The Frenchman, having pushed his head and hands through, without raising his eyes, looked down at the shirt and examined the seams.
"Tell me, tell me, friend," said he to Bolkhovitinov in his low, aged voice, as he pulled together the shirt which gaped open on his chest, "come nearer--nearer.
Pierre looked at the soldier and remembered that, two days before, that man had burned his shirt while drying it at the fire and how they had laughed at him.
Rapidly and timidly raising his fingers to his forehead by way of greeting, he asked Pierre whether the soldier Platoche to whom he had given a shirt to sew was in that shed.
"Jacob, bring a bottle!" shouted the host, a tall, handsome fellow who stood in the midst of the group, without a coat, and with his fine linen shirt unfastened in front.
Dolokhov's back in his white shirt, and his curly head, were lit up from both sides.
And not only externally was all in order, but had it pleased the commander-in-chief to look under the uniforms he would have found on every man a clean shirt, and in every knapsack the appointed number of articles, "awl, soap, and all," as the soldiers say.
When Prince Andrew reached the room prepared for him and lay down in a clean shirt on the feather bed with its warmed and fragrant pillows, he felt that the battle of which he had brought tidings was far, far away from him.
Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.
The doctor with his shirt sleeves tucked up, without a coat, pale and with a trembling jaw, came out of the room.
Those broad, reddish hands, with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt cuffs, laid down the pack and took up a glass and a pipe that were handed him.
The Mason drew the shirt back from Pierre's left breast, and stooping down pulled up the left leg of his trousers to above the knee.
The thought of him without his shirt on, or better yet, naked … "No way in hell," she breathed.