Chest Sentence Examples
His broad chest and shoulders looked powerful.
His arms were folded across his chest, one leg thrown carelessly over the other.
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
She hugged her knees to her chest and peered through her fingers.
The heaviness of his head and chest reminded him of the possibility of suffering and death for himself.
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
The Frenchman expanded his chest and made a majestic gesture with his arm.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
A large chest invited, and she knelt, touching the lid.
She giggled wildly and he lowered her to his chest, hugged her close.
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Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
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.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
He was suffering physically at that moment, there was a weight on his chest and he could not breathe.
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She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a troubled frown.
Sobering, he folded his arms across his chest and rubbed his jaw.
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.
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There is a chest of drawers and a three-quarter bed in the attic.
Her chest tightened at his words, but she nodded.
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.
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.
AdvertisementSweat soon covered her, and her chest began to tighten.
He growled from low in his chest.
His chest is dreadfully hollow and his shoulders raised.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
He lounged against the doorway; arms folded across his chest, and contemplated the family room.
He wiped his face and sat facing her on the edge of the balcony's railing, arms folded across his chest and legs crossed at the ankle.
Her chest tightened again, and she sipped more of the warming liquid.
Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass, breathing heavily and noisily.
The moonlight formed shadows on his muscular chest.
She turned away from him, pulling the shirt away from her chest.
A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.
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.
His body rejected the bullets, and they popped out of his chest.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
He cut her shirt open while it charged and placed the paddles against her chest.
She wiped her mouth again and flung the rag against the wall, chest heaving.
He planted a hand on the chest of each man and pushed them a part.
He pressed her head back against his chest.
As she walked, the fear and helplessness uncoiled, loosening their grip on her chest.
Deidre clung to the clothing covering his chest.
Deidre gazed at the expanse of his chest, all too aware of his strength and heat.
Her chest was too tight.
She squeezed her eyes closed, heart slamming in her tight chest.
A low growl started deep in his chest, a warning that penetrated her rampage.
She rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
At his silence, Darkyn moved closer, his dark eyes piercing and the growl in his chest audible.
His chest was wide and sprinkled with dark hairs that trailed his ridged belly and disappeared into the dark pants.
She put her hands on his chest as he started to kiss her neck.
His shoulders were broad, his chest wide, his stomach flat, his hips lean.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest.
This chest was formerly kept in the Chapel of the Pyx in Westminster Abbey.
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.
She sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to her chest.
Minutes later when the nurse arrived with a syringe of medicine, Destiny was asleep again, still clutching the doll to her chest.
He was practically beating his chest.
Yancey moved away from the wall and reached for the phone, but she glared up at him, hugging the receiver to her chest.
She tore her gaze from his chest.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
She thought of the layette sets in the chest.
She sighed and drew her knees up against her chest.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and Cade's chin slumped to his chest.
She caught herself, and slumped into a chair, clutching her gown to her ample chest.
She looked down at the swing of a necklace grazing her chest.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest.
In her haste to be close to him, she'd planted a shoulder in his injured chest.
She looked around again and drew her knees towards her chest.
Dusty planted a hand in his chest.
She stared at his chest, afraid again to look up.
The sound made her gut twist and her chest tighten.
Embarrassed at the emotions bubbling within her, she pulled away and folded her arms across her chest, marching into the living room.
Sofia sat in one of the plush chairs, legs pulled to her chest, and watched their brotherly exchange.
A few of the guests cast curious looks her way, and everyone who looked at her seemed more interested in the plain charm at her chest than in meeting her gaze.
He traced his fingers over the scars on his hands and followed them up his arms, then his chest, then his legs.
Her chest was tight and her breath short, but she knew there was one way to find out what happened to Damian.
Lon knelt by a vamp whose chest still moved.
Darian's disapproving gaze mirrored Damian's, and Sofia hid her face against Damian's chest as the three men facing her gave her similar looks.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
Instinctively, she flattened her palm against his chest once more to feel his heartbeat.
Waiting for him to snap or yell as he had when she arrived to Hell, she touched him timidly with her other hand to begin exploring the ridges of the scars on his chest.
Her hands ceased quivering as she ran them across his chest, over his firm shoulders and shapely arms before returning to his chest.
She remembered touching Darkyn's chest and feeling aroused by the idea of his hands on her.
She dropped her hand from his chest, needing to think.
The low purr in his chest was audible.
Deidre's hand dropped from his chest.
Her chest was too tight for her to breathe deeply.
Her heart slammed into her chest at the thought of confronting the devil.
Deidre hugged herself and padded down the hallway, her heart flipping in her chest.
The feel of the hot skin of his chest against hers made her groan.
Seeing them together made Deidre's chest ache.
The quiet purr that only emerged when they were alone rumbled gently in his chest.
She tapped her chest.
The growl low in her chest sounded more like a rattle.
She let him press her head to his chest.
His back was aching by the time he hauled the last chest to the patio behind the inn where the raiders could divvy the spoils.
It nearly covered Cynthia's scream as blood spurted from Brandon Westlake's chest.
The bullet had caught him full in the chest, driving him backward into the scooped out grotto where his uncle had lain for more than half a century.
She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against the backboard.
She was hardly able to draw a deep breath through her tight chest.
Chest heaving, he gazed around the meat locker to assess how many bodies were present.
Tymkyn, the best tracker in the underworld, stood behind him, hands clasped and chest heaving.
She leaned back, resting her head on his chest.
She rested her hands on his chest, but they didn't stay, instead running over the muscles of his chest and around to his back.
His chest was warm against her ear, and she drew loose shapes against his skin, beyond intrigued by the smoothness.
He laughed, the rumble of his chest causing her to raise her head.
She returned her head to his chest.
She propped her chin on his chest, unable to see his eyes in the night.
She wasn't certain why her chest felt tight enough to hinder her breathing while her eyes were watering.
Deidre's heart flipped in her chest.
Her cheeks burned as she buried her face in his chest.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest cupping her hands over his.
After a long and fulfilling kiss, she laid her head on his chest and hugged him.
Alex turned to Jonathan and pointed at him, then drew a cupped hand down his chest, thumb and fingers toward him.
Clutching the robe to her midsection, her upper chest exposed beyond control, she tried to twist from his grip.
He stepped behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
His brown hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, and he was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt fastened across the golden skin of his chest by one button.
He plucked the compass from his chest and waited to see what it did.
The compass grew hot against his chest.
She hugged her knees to her chest and rested her cheek on one knee, closing her eyes.
With her knees pulled closer to her chest to guard against the sea breeze, the dress crumbled to the creases of her thighs and hip.
Her chest tightened at the thought.
Deidre braced her hands against his chest, tunnel-vision forming.
He was muscular and tall, clothed in dark jeans, a snug grey T-shirt that hugged his biceps and stretched across his chest and back and then sagged at his slender torso and hips, and a round black medallion that fell from his T-shirt as he leaned over her.
His chest felt tight, but he refused to admit his pain.
The pain in his chest couldn't equate with the pain and distress shooting through him like cold fire.
She drank more brandy, a familiar sense of panic deep in her chest.
Memories of the massacre made bile rise and her chest clench.
She jabbed him in the chest with each question, unwilling to back down.
One arm looped around her and she braced herself against his chest, vaguely realizing that --by not refusing him the day before --he'd taken her response as a blank check.
Her hands roamed his chest and back.
And she marched off, chest tight.
He growled deep in his chest, a warning for her.
His chest grew tight at the thought of Katie.s fate if she stayed with him.
Katie stopped in place, her chest growing tight.
She took in the bandages around his chest and arms.
Her chest was clenched so tight, she felt physical pain.
Rhyn wasn.t coming back for her, yet her heart felt as if it.d fall out of her chest.
Sweat coated his exposed chest, and he wiped his brow with his forearm.
Chest heaving, he dropped the machete from his hand as he realized what he.d done.
Rhyn planted a knee in Jade.s chest and sliced his gag free.
Waves licked at her ankles, her thighs, her chest.
Darkyn growled from deep within his chest before returning to his human form.
Kiera's chest clenched as she began crying again.
She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.
He wrapped a thick arm around her and pulled her against him until her back was pressed against his chest.
His thick arms were around her, his muscular chest at her back.
His eyes scoured her face, lingered on the plump lips he had tasted, and glanced lower at the healthy bosom pressed to his chest.
A'Ran's warm chest was at her back, his intimate touch on her stomach making her feel far more delicate than she ever had.
She felt tears in her eyes at the small reminder of her past life and hugged the gifts to her chest.
His gaze fell to her chest, where she clenched the sketchbook.
Kiera squeezed the gifts to her chest and walked back to the house, lost in thought.
His chest clenched, and he found himself holding his breath.
She hesitated, then propped her chin on his chest, gazing up at him with stormy, reddened eyes.
Tears rose, and her chest clenched.
She skidded to a halt, chest heaving.
Even the sight of him immortalized in paints made her chest tight and her knees weak.
Effie put her hand to her chest, as if she might faint.
They stood there together, holding each other, with her head against his chest, saying nothing, for what seemed like minutes.
She swung by him, oblivious that she was rubbing her ample chest against him in the passing.
Every muscle in his chest and abdomen displayed definition beyond normal.
Sarah held a hand to her chest.
Sarah gasped and clasped her hands to her chest as Frederick lowered his head.
She nuzzled into his chest and purred, while brushing her fingers across his chest.
He stood a full head taller than Connor, but they probably were close in size across the chest.
He clutched his chest.
She held her palm to his chest.
She put both her hands over her chest and exclaimed, "How romantic!"
She slapped his chest with both hands and laughed, "That's just mean!"
She covered her eyes with her hands and buried her face in his chest with a groan.
He rolled onto his back pulling her close to his chest.
She laid her head back and after a moment, he felt a teardrop fall onto his chest.
Sarah lay on the bed beside him and put her head on his chest.
He considered fighting the hunger, not wanting to disturb Elisabeth who slept soundly with her head on his chest.
She hugged him tightly and spoke into his chest.
He held her close as she wept softly into his chest.
He moved his hand down to her chest and could feel her heart thumping.
She slapped his chest with both hands.
She slapped his chest and laughed through her tears.
She put her hands on his chest and giggled, "I have work to do, you need to stop distracting me."
The werewolf jumped to Jackson's body and pulled the stake from his chest with her teeth.
The wolf looked up at them, then lay on the floor with her head on Jackson's chest, whimpering.
She lay with her hands and head across his chest heaving painful, soul-shattering sobs.
She placed one hand in his hair and the other on his chest.
She laid her head on his chest and wept.
Connor held Sarah, her face buried in his chest.
She placed her head back on his chest.
He patted his chest a few times.
Inside of a week the bad cold went to her chest.
Carmen paused on her way to the house, the breath rattling in her chest.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.
Katie was busy sewing something for her hope chest, so Carmen grabbed her cane pole and some liver from the refrigerator, and strolled down to the pond.
For a moment she lay her head on his chest, enjoying the smell of him and the feel of his hands on her back.
He pulled her next to him, so that her back was leaning against his chest.
She was mostly white with freckles across her haunches and a few spots on her neck and chest.
Brady asked, concern for his closest friend making his chest tighten.
Lana curled into a ball, holding her arm to her chest.
He pulled her arm away from her chest.
She shook her head and pushed herself off the bed, hugging her hurt arm to her chest.
Lana sat as soon as he released her and started to her feet again, only to feel a hand planted in her chest that pushed her onto her back.
Memories of almost being raped, of Brady killing someone in front of her … Her chest seized, and she dropped to her knees.
She felt his body heat and stared at his wide chest.
She stared at his chest, not looking up until he stopped a couple feet from her.
Lana stared at his wide chest, taking him in with a look of desire.
Brady kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and nipped her neck, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming over his chest and back.
She hugged her knees to her chest to keep from shaking.
Her breath caught at the sight of his wide, muscular chest, and the pants that dropped dangerously low on his hips.
Brady's chest had tightened at Dan's words, and he felt fear for the first time since he was a kid in basic training and had his first brush with his own mortality.
His chest was covered in the same deep scars that lined his face and neck.
He didn't understand both their concern and eagerness to get rid of him, but felt familiar coldness settle into his chest. There had been two other people in the entirety of the universe that cared for him, and the two people with him now were not the same.
She sat on a thick log. He disappeared into the shadows of the jungle, and she pulled her knees to her chest, listening. He was silent while the branches overhead hissed and rasped against one another and the cries of distant birds drifted to her.
The angel ducked into the cave, clutching his backpack to his chest.
Katie followed, trailed closely by Deidre. The sounds of their escape were nothing compared to the sounds of what followed. Katie cast a look over her shoulder and saw several demons had dropped into the jungle and transformed into panther-like forms. She stopped and reached into the pouch slung across her chest.
Kris looked at him, anger building. The muscular half-demon was bleeding from a wound in his chest. His dark eyes glowed like a demon's, though his face was still that of an Immortal.
Fear made Rhyn's chest seize. No sooner had Gabe spoken the words than the demons fell away. Coldness snapped over Rhyn, and his surroundings blurred. He blinked, uncertain what happened until he found himself standing in a dimly lit chamber. Kris and Gabe were still beside him, and instead of demons, there was only Death.
Cynthia Byrne's breasts stood firm against the lacy fabric covering them and he draped a towel across her chest as he struggled to unhook her bra from beneath her comatose body.
She continued to cry in muffled sobs against his chest.
He felt her warm arm on his bare chest.
He crossed his arms over his chest and surveyed her body.
She buried her face into his chest, shaking with fear.
As if testing her courage, it slowly slid down her chest to the swell of her breast.
She slid her arms around his chest in a friendly hug.
At some point her hands left his back and found their way up his chest to the back of his neck.
Forcing her leg down, she slid her hands down to his chest, gently pushing him away.
Then he would growl deep in his chest.
She snuggled against his chest and sighed contentedly.
She laid her head on his chest.
Her fingers crept up his chest, fearful they would be shoved away before they reached his neck.
She moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest.
His hand caressed hers and pressed it to his chest.
She straightened, folding her arms across her chest and eyed him cautiously.
Sitting down with his back to the wall, he motioned for her to sit with her back against his chest.
Sitting like that with the warmth of his chest on her back was sensual and soothing at the same time.
He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.
Strong arms encircled her waist and moved up, pulling her back against his chest.
She grabbed a towel and clutched it to her chest.
She ran to him, still clutching the towel to her chest.
She snuggled against his chest, feeling the warm goodness of him.
There was something exciting and yet soothing about the way they sat, with her back leaning against his chest.
Warm muscular arms slipped around her waist and she leaned her head back against his bare chest, gazing up into the sweet chocolate eyes.
She tugged playfully at some hair on his chest.
She snuggled against his chest and sighed.
His chest felt warm against her back as she stared blindly out the window.
She leaned back against his chest.
She snuggled against his warm chest.
He gently drew her shoulders back until her back rested against his chest, and then he slipped his arms around her waist.
He kept his back to her, his arms across his chest and his face in one hand.
When he came through the door, she grabbed the clipboard to her chest and stared at him, red-faced.
She pulled the clipboard away from her chest and glanced down at it.
She leaned back against the wall and drew her knees up to her chest.
She leaned against his chest, staring out the window with bleary eyes.
She buried her face in his chest.
She sank to his chest, consumed by agonizing sobs.
She sighed and put her head on his chest.
She drew her knees up against her chest and studied his face.
Her pain faded, and she drew a shaky breath as the tension in her chest loosened.
Her chest felt too tight to breathe deeply.
Her necklace felt cool against her warm chest, a reminder of a memory she wished she hadn't reopened.
She stopped in front of him and placed her fingertips in the middle of his chest.
Jenn's eyes went to the finger on his chest.
The tightness that filled his chest whenever he thought of his betrayer and lover unfurled.
Her kicks were ineffectual against the guardsman's chainmail, and his sword plunged into her chest.
His eyes went to the necklace dangling at the center of her chest.
His necklace bounced against her chest as she struck and blocked with fluid, catlike movements.
Her hand went to her chest, where the necklace had been just moments before.
Her chest grew almost too tight to breathe at the thought of losing him so soon.
Tendrils of coldness stretched from its home within her chest, testing her strength before subsiding into stillness once more.
She pushed herself onto her elbows, drawing her legs to her chest.
Its coldness stretched outward from her chest, testing her resolve to keep it contained.
Her chest clenched until it was difficult to breathe.
Her chest heaved, and her eyes stung with gathering tears.
Relieved, horrified, she focused on subduing the demon, whose angry pacing in her chest made her want to double over in pain.
Rissa bridged the space between them, moving her hands to brace against his chest.
The demon was silent but shifting within her chest.
The beast within had been restless the past two days, prowling the thawing area of her chest.
The beast pressed against its boundaries, and one hand fluttered to her chest.
She feared what she'd see in Memon's eyes and stared instead at his chest plate.
His chest tightened as he looked upon her battered body.
Taran drew the bow back and released the arrow, watching it pierce the unconscious woman's chest.
He smelled of expensive cologne and felt warm against her chest.
Carmen laid her head on his chest.
She slid a hand up his chest and around to the back of his neck, urging his head down.
She leaned down and laid her head on Brutus' chest.
He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned down at her.
Carmen sat up and leaned her back against the headboard, drawing her knees up to her chest.
He folded his hands over his chest and gave her a smug smile.
She drew her knees up to her chest and gnawed on her lower lip as she considered the rest of that story.
She might as well admit it and get it off her chest.
His arms and chest were more muscular than they used to be.
Mr. O'Hara slid a leg over the corner of her desk and folded his arms across his chest.
Now was the perfect opportunity to get it off her chest, and yet, all she could do was stutter.
She had a brief view of Denton's face before her own plunged into the agent's chest.
His warm hands covered hers and she could feel the hardness of his chest muscles on her back as he guided her arms in a smooth swing.
The water came to her chest.
Her stomach was still tied in knots, and she clutched her knees to her chest, shivering in the cold creek water.
She buried her face in Keaton's chest, but the arms encircling her provided little comfort.
She spoke against his chest in a quivering voice.
She lifted her face from his chest long enough to glance through the kitchen window and saw the huge white chunks of ice plunging to the ground.
She pulled her knees to her chest as he walked away, suddenly aware of the drop in temperature.
He leaned against the counter and folded arms across his chest.
A tingle began in her chest and radiated through her entire body.
She pressed closer, snuggling against the firmness of his muscular chest.
When excitement threatened to rob her of reason, she slid her hands to his chest and gently pushed him away.
The warmth of his muscular chest under the soft knit of his shirt, and the strength in the arms that gently coaxed her close again, tempted her to acquiesce.
Had she ever been able to breathe without the vise of her destiny squeezing her chest?
The idea of him in pain caused the familiar vise around her chest to return.
Her eyes widened and her chest moved up and down faster as her breath quickened.
His black cat leapt from the ottoman onto her chest, content to curl up and sleep.
Xander crouched over her body, one knee in the center of her chest to keep her in place.
Her chest was so tight, it hurt.
Every day since he'd slept with her, she stopped when she reached the apartment building, bent over to display her ample chest and made a show of tying her shoes.
Sloping shoulders, huge biceps, wide chest, lean abdomen … Now she understood rule number three and why it had the most exclamation points.
Thick shoulders and arms, chiseled chest and abs.
He was dressed in jeans and a casual button-down shirt that was snug across his shoulders and chest and loose over his abdomen.
Gerry catered to Toni, whose chest was thrust even farther out than before.
The nearness of his bare chest and feel of his strong thighs on either side of her made her heart flutter.
His chest rested against hers, and he nudged her thighs a part with a knee.
She shivered at the sensation of his roughened jaw against her cheek and the heat of his bare chest.
Jessi felt Xander's heartbeat against her chest.
Jessi watched him go, fear seizing her chest as she realized how dangerous he was.
He hauled her against his body, her back pressed to his chest.
She stopped straining and rested her head against his chest.
A store employee planted a hand in her chest when she tried to move into the secured area where Xander was.
The thought made her chest clench so tight, she almost stopped walking.
She found herself leaning into him, soothed by his size and the heat of the skin of his chest against her cheek.
She dropped the hands acting as a barrier between them, wanting to feel the comfort he offered, and rested her hands against his chest.
He started the coffeemaker and faced her, folding his arms across his thick chest.
His face inches away, the expanse of his chest so close … "Boundary."
Her heart slammed into her chest, her body warming.
She looked at his bare chest.
Jessi groaned, her head resting against his chest in what he took as reluctant agreement.
Jessi planted her hands on his chest and tried to push him.
A well-worn, silver medallion with a symbol of the sun and moon, pierced by an arrow, was at her chest.
Her eyes went to the ruby at his chest.
Her hands were on his chest, her lips parted.
She elbowed him in the chest, afraid to see his face and realize he was serious.
He didn't expect the sight of his necklace dangling in the center of her chest to fill him with anything other than regret or dread.
Xander's menacing growl came from low in his chest.
Her chest was tight and her breathing quick.
Jessi's heart was flipping in her chest, and she was finding it hard to breathe at the thought of a second night with him.
Jessi leaned against him, resting her cheek against his chest.
The heat of his bare chest beneath her hands and the hardness of his arousal against her belly made need roar to life within her.
Jessi's arm was across his chest, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck as she slept.
Her heart was slamming fast and hard against her chest.
Jonny's eyes dropped from her to the crystal at her chest.
He cradled her against his chest, waiting to feel her pulse.
The pressing demands of the military chest had to be satisfied by loans, and in at least one case from the private purse of the governor-general.
By reason of its dry and bracing climate, Aliwal North is also a favourite residence of sufferers from chest complaints.
Personally, Ivan was tall and well-made, with high shoulders and a broad chest.
An alternative plan is to pass the water through pipes placed in a steam chest.
In the winter coat the hair is long and pendent, elongated into a short beard on the sides of the lower jaw behind the chin; and it is also longer than elsewhere on the neck and the chest; at the base of the long hair is a thick growth of short and woolly under-fur.
At the age of puberty the lad was tattooed or scarred with gashes cut in back, shoulders, arms and chest, and the septum of the nose was pierced.
Tetzel's efforts irretrievably damaged the complicated and abstruse Catholic doctrine on the subject of indulgences; as soon as the coin clinks in the chest, he cried, the soul is freed from purgatory.
The almshouse established in 1592 by Sir John Hawkins for decayed seamen and shipwrights is still extant, the building having been re-erected in the 19th century; but the fund called the Chatham Chest, originated by Hawkins and Drake in 1588, was incorporated with Greenwich Hospital in 1802.
There are few or no local taxes, the municipal chest being filled by the revenues derived from the fertile delta-land, the Kampeneiland, which is always being built up at the mouth of the Ysel.
Of his earlier life it was said that he was born in Egypt of Levite parents, and when the Pharaoh commanded that every new-born male child of the Hebrews should be killed, he was put into a chest and cast upon the Nile.
In the Webb compound the driver opened communication from the high-pressure exhaust pipe to the blast-pipe, and at the same time opened a valve giving a supply of steam from the boiler direct to the lowpressure valve chest.
In the interior organs there are indications of a compensating accumulation of blood, such as swelling of the spleen, engorgement (very rarely rupture) of the heart, with a feeling of oppression in the chest, and a copious flow of clear and watery urine from the congested kidneys.
The chest is of limestone coated with stucco, adorned with life-like paintings of offertory scenes in connexion with the sacred Double Axes of Minoan cult.
The occupation of Rome in February 1798 enabled Berthier to send a considerable sum to Paris and to style himself "treasurer to the chest of the Army of England."
During the progress of the works, however, he acted as surveyor, and accumulated in that lucrative employment a sum of several thousand pounds, discovered after his death in an old iron chest, which had evidently lain unopened for above thirty years.
The gobies (Gobius) are small fishes readily recognized by their ventrals (the fins on the lower surface of the chest) being united into one fin, forming a suctorial disk, by which these fishes are enabled to attach themselves in every possible position to a rock or other firm substances.
Malaria is almost unknown and chest complaints are rare.
This coat is open in front, leaving the chest bare.
The fight between Achilles and Memnon was often represented by Greek artists, as on the chest of Cypselus, and more than one Greek play was written bearing his name as a title.
Each has a large chest 4, 5, Fountains.
The hair on the lower jaw, throat and chest is long and straight, and hangs down like a beard or dewlap, though there is no loose fold of skin in this situation.
In each case the arched tomb was formed by an oblong chest, either hollowed out of the rock, or built of masonry, and closed with a horizontal slab.
Beauty, the sixth Sephirah, constitutes the chest in the archetypal man, and unites Love (4) and Justice (5), which constitute the divine arms, thus yielding the second triad of the Sephiric decade.
The Ark of the Law, in the Jewish synagogue, is a chest or cupboard containing the scrolls of the Torah (Pentateuch), and is placed against or in the wall in the direction of Jerusalem.
Physically, the pure Aymara is short and thick-set, with a great chest development, and with the same reddish complexion, broad face, black eyes and rounded forehead which distinguish the Quichuas.
The sacristy contains a carved wooden nuptial chest of the 10th or i ith century.
These pipes are made up in small bundles, bleached in sulphur fumes in a closed chest, assorted into sizes, and so prepared for the plaiters.
The winds in winter are uniformly dry while dust storms are frequent at all seasons - a fact which renders the country unsuitable for persons suffering from chest complaints.
He is represented on the chest of Cypselus as boxing with Admetus.
One novelty, however, of the first importance is due to a Vienna physician of the period, Leopold Auenbrugger (1722-1809), the inventor of the method of recognizing diseases of the chest by percussion.
The discovery had, however, yet to be completed by that of auscultation, or listening to sounds produced in the chest by breathing, the movements of the heart, &c. The combination of these methods constitutes what is now known as physical diagnosis.
The result of his discovery was an entire revolution in the knowledge of diseases of the chest; but it would be a mistake to forget that an essential factor in this revolution was the simultaneous study of the condition of the diseased organs as seen after death.
Forbes also translated the works of Laennec and Auenbrugger, and an entire revolution was soon effected in the knowledge of diseases of the chest.
William Stokes (1804-1878) was especially known for his works on diseases of the chest and of the heart, and for his clinical teaching.
According to the "Skra," the by-laws of the Novgorod branch, the four aldermen of the community of Germans, who among other duties held the keys of the common chest, deposited in Wisby, were to be chosen from the merchants of the Gothland association and of the towns of Lubeck, Soest and Dortmund.
Its characteristics are exceptional tallness combined with slenderness and elegance of figure; a face somewhat long, without any special prominence of the cheekbones but having more or less oblique eyes; an aquiline nose; a slightly receding chin; largish upper teeth; a long neck; a narrow chest; a long trunk, and delicately shaped, small hands with long, slender fingers.
Small in stature, with a well-knit frame, the cheekbones prominent, the face generally round, the nose and neck short, a marked tendency to prognathism, the chest broad and well developed, the trunk long, the hands small and delicate this Malay type is found in nearly all the islands along the east coast of the Asiatic continent as well as in southern China and in the extreme south-west of Korean peninsula.
The chief example of her early art was the celebrated "chest of Cypselus" at Olympia, of carved cedar and ivory inlaid with gold.
The tfngan horse usually stands about thirteen hands high, is short-bodied, clean-limbed, deep in the chest and extremely active, his colour usually inclining to piebald.
They are both reddish yellow and brownish black (according to individual variation) in skin colour, with head hair often tending to russet, and body hair of two kinds - black and bristly on the upper lip, chin, chest, axillae and pubes; and yellowish and fleecy on the cheeks, back and limbs.
In his third or fourth year, while under the care of a nurse in Paris, he fell from a chest of drawers and injured his foot for life.
Saxony, hibited; the poor, including the monks, were to be supported from the common chest.
It consists of a cylindrical chest of brass, the base of which is pierced at its centre with an opening in which is fixed a brass tube projecting outwards, and Siren of intended for supplying the cavity of the cylinder with Cagniard de compressed air or other gas, or even liquid.
If, now, the apparatus be so set that the notes from the upper and lower chest are in unison, the upper fixed plate may be placed in four positions, such as to cause the air-current to be cut off in the one chest at the exact instant when it is freely passing through the other, and vice versa.
On turning round the upper chest into any intermediate position, the intensity of the sound will increase up to a maximum, which occurs when the air in both chests is being admitted.
The vibrograph is also well suited for the same purpose, and so in an especial manner is Helmholtz's double siren, in which, by continually turning round the upper box, a note is produced by it more or less out of tune with the note formed by the lower chest, according as the handle is moved more or less rapidly, and most audible beats ensue.
The average length is about 5 ft.; there is no under-fur, and the coat is smooth, black in colour, with the exception of a white horseshoe-mark on the chest.
The small bruang or Malayan bear (Ursus malayanus) is of a jetblack colour, with a white semilunar mark on the chest, and attains a length of 41 ft.
It is black, with tawny rings round the eyes, and white cheeks, throat and chest.
At his birth Judas was enclosed in a chest and flung into the sea; picked up on a foreign shore, he was educated at the court until a murder committed in a moment of passion compelled his flight.
If an hepatic abscess is injudiciously left to itself it may eventually discharge into the chest, lungs or belly, or it may establish a communication with a piece of intestine.
It had grown into a custom to send the books which he had done with in a chest along with his linen to be washed at Gorcum.
After a time the warders began to let the chest pass without opening it.
The two soldiers who carried the chest out complained that it was so heavy "there must be an Arminian in it."
The chest was carried to the house of a friend, where Grotius was released.
Its colour is dark grey, with a white or whitish band passing across the chest from shoulder to shoulder.
This is the " Iceland moss " of the druggists' shops, which is undoubtedly an excellent demulcent in various dyspeptic and chest complaints.
The coat is long and soft, pale silvery grey or light buff in hue, marked with black on the chest and upper parts of the limbs, with transverse stripes on the loins and rings on the tail of the same hue.
In some German states and communes certain dues (such as the dog tax in Saxony), death duties and particularly dues payable in respect of public entertainments and police court fines, are assigned to the poorrelief chest.
The book was dramatized by the younger Colman as The Iron Chest.
If the journals of accounts, the letters and business documents, had come down to us en masse, they would no doubt have yielded to research the history and life of Egypt day by day; but those that now represent a thousand years of the Old Kingdom and Middle Kingdom together would not half fill an ordinary muniment chest.
Acastus, son of Pelias, drove out Jason and Medea and celebrated funeral games in honour of his father, which were celebrated by the poet Stesichorus and represented on the chest of Cypselus.
Other institutions are the technical college, Leonard Street, and St Mark's, St Luke's and the Royal chest hospitals.
The ancient Domes day chest, in which it used to be kept, is also preserved in the building.
Another peculiarity of the males is the presence of a huge throat-sac or pouch on the front of the throat and chest, which may extend even to the arm-pits; although present in females, it does not reach nearly the same dimensions in that sex.
There is often a median longitudinal stripe under the chest.
It might be mistaken for pleurisy or some inflammatory affection of the lungs; but the absence of any chest symptoms, its occurrence independently of the acts of respiration, and other considerations well establish the distinction.
When not moving, they often assume a perfectly upright position, the tail aiding the two hind-legs to form a tripod, and the front-limbs dangling by the side of the chest.
Forty of these balls are packed in each chest.
In Malwa the opium is manufactured by private enterprise, the government levying an export duty of 600 rupees (60) per chest.
Among the duties transferred to parish councils may be mentioned the provision of parish books and of a vestry room or parochial office, parish chest, fire engine or fire escape, the holding or management of parish property, other than property Powers relating to affairs of the church or held for an ecclesiastical and duties charity, the holding or management of village greens or of parish of allotments, the appointment of trustees of parochial councils.
The general hue is ashy-brown, with the hair lighter on the neck (forming a collar), chest and belly; while the legs are banded with dark brown.
Greeks to a sepulchral chest, in stone or other material, which was more or less enriched with ornament and sculpture.
With this end in view he established colonies at Potidaea and Apollonia in Macedonia, at Anactorium and Leucas in north-western Greece, and he is said to have projected a canal through the Isthmus, In Greece proper he conquered Epidaurus, and with the help of his fleet of triremes brought the important trading centre of Corcyra under his control, while his interest in the Olympian festival is perhaps attested by a dedication which may be ascribed to him - the famous "chest of Cypselus."
On Christmas day Livingstone lost his four goats, a loss which he felt very keenly, and the medicine chest was stolen in January 1867.
Malarial fever is practically non-existent in Cape Colony, and diseases of the chest are rare.
A chest in the corner to the left of one entering contained Korans, and at the Irak corner a space was cut off enclosing the stair that leads to the roof.
In addition to its long limbs, it is characterized by its Roman nose, large (but not drooping) ears, and the presence of a dewlap on the throat and chest.
An Oxford Down ram has a bold masculine head; the poll well covered with wool and the forehead adorned by a topknot; ears self-coloured, upright, and of fair length; face of uniform dark brown colour; legs short, dark, and free from spots; back level and chest wide; and the fleece heavy and thick.
Its prevailing colour is grey, with a broad black band, bordered with white, commencing on the chest, and passing obliquely over the shoulder, diminishing gradually in breadth as it approaches the loins, where it ends in a point.
On the chest of Cypselus, Marpessa is represented as following Idas from the temple of Apollo (by whom, according to some, she had been carried off), and there was a painting by Polygnotus of the rape of the Leucippidae in the temple of the Dioscuri at Athens.
Not content with asking for redress of grievances, they sometimes seized the regimental chest or imprisoned their officers.
At this critical moment the discovery of the famous iron chest, containing papers which showed that many public men had intrigued with the court, was disastrous for Louis.
There is usually little hair on the face, but chest, legs and fore-arms are generally hirsute, the hair short and crisp.
Some of these are still shown in a chest that stands in a side chapel.
On the chest of Cypselus, Night was depicted holding in her hands two sleeping children - one white (Sleep), the other black (Death).
He had a beautiful carved chest made which exactly fitted Osiris, and at an entertainment offered to give it to any one who could lie down in it.
At length she found the chest, which in her absence was again discovered by Typhon.
In person Douglas was conspicuously small, being hardly five feet in height, but his large head and massive chest and shoulders gave him the popular sobriquet " The Little Giant."
The withers may be moderately high and thin; the chest well developed, but not too wide or deep; the shoulder should lie well on the chest, and be oblique and well covered with muscle, so as to reduce concussion in galloping; the upper and lower arms should be long and muscular; the knees broad and strong; legs short, flat and broad; fetlock joints large; pasterns strong and of moderate length; the feet should be moderately large, with the heels open and frogs sound - with no signs of contraction.
Though rather coarse-headed, the Cleveland Bay has a well-set shoulder and neck, a deep chest and round barrel.
The chest is wide, full and deep, the back short and straight, the ribs are round and deep, the hind quarters long, level and well let down into the muscular thighs.
On the arrival of the parliamentary forces soon afterwards in Oxford he secreted the Christ Church valuables, and the soldiers found nothing in the treasury "except a single groat and a halter in the bottom of a large iron chest."
Pandrosos - in a chest, which they were 'rbidden to open.
The scene of the opening of the chest is represented on a Greek vase in the British Museum.
This time her hands felt their way up his smooth muscular chest - up to his shoulders and then up the back of his neck.
His was not the chest of a body builder, nor did he have six-pack abs.
He laughed as he pulled her against his bare chest.
Her hands protested on his broad chest as he bent his head to claim her lips.
It wasn't the grotesque sinewy chest of a body builder, but the well developed chest of a swimmer.
You've been admiring my chest, now let me admire yours.
I mean, those biceps, and that chest - not to mention fantastic buns.
The barrel waved unsteadily on the chest of the savage as he closed in on Bordeaux.
The body fell from the horse at Bordeaux's feet, but he barely noticed as he plunged to the sand on his chest.
She folded her arms across her chest and waded out of the water.
She put her hand on his chest with the intention of pushing him away, but the warmth of his muscular chest on her palm was exciting.
Have you ever seen someone sliced open... blood running down their chest, gasping for breath, trying to scream, knowing they're going to die?
His hands were clasped behind his back, his muscular chest and flat abs drawing her gaze.
Her gaze went to his chest and thick arms.
He glanced down at the bullet holes and splashes of blood in his chest, agitated at having to change clothes so early in the day.
Never mind she felt awed by how sexy he was lying in bed beside her, his muscular chest inches from her and his large hand resting possessively on her stomach.
Chest heaving, Dusty lowered the two-handed sword he'd been using to hack apart one of the practice dummies in the back of the command center.
The thought of Toni lying in the driveway made her chest tighten.
The Black God growled low in his chest, an inhuman sound.
Surprised, she twisted in time to see a tall form hack again and again at the Black God, whose own knife was planted in the attacker's chest.
He pulled the knife from his chest, tossing it on the still body of the Black God.
Talon's strikes had torn Jonny's chest and abdomen open.
He said nothing, one hand going to the chest wound Bianca had healed.
He wore only jeans and a dark T-shirt that stretched across his chest in all the right places and clung to bulging biceps.
The guardsman finished pulling the last arrow from his chest and climbed to his feet.
He may have wanted to kill her at one point, but he'd just taken an arrow to the chest and calmly told her to run so he could defend her.
Blood covered the tattoos of his chest, and she wiped as much of it away as she could.
She marveled at his muscular body and the perfectly sculptured chest, shoulders, ridged abdomen, and biceps too large to wrap her hands around.
The sight of his muscular, bare torso made her heart flop in her chest.
She snatched one of the handguns out of the small arms chest and aimed it at his head, fed up with surprises.
He'd managed to add more wood to the fire and tear the stitches in his chest while doing so.
She lifted her head from his chest, surprised to find them back in the cottage.
She recognized the blond Guardian, and her chest tightened.
Blinded, she tripped over a stool and hauled herself into a corner, chest heaving and body slick with sweat and blood.
Wide shoulders, chiseled chest, rippling abs … even his scent—of pure man mixed with the mystery of night—lured her like an animal falling for a hunter's bait.
His tapered waist and hips and washboard abs were on display, along with the wide chest and thick back.
The thought of his blood lit her afire, almost as much as the sight of his bare chest.
Her boobs were pressed against Damian's bare chest, and her hands were on his biceps.
His leather vest revealed arms and chest completely covered in colorful, vivid tattoos, his whole visage daring anyone to challenge him.
She was too aware of the expanse of his chest, the heat of his closeness, the strange fog that grew thicker in her mind.
He growled, a sound that made his chest vibrate against hers in a way not remotely human.
She ran her hands over his chest and leaned forward, nipping him hard enough to draw blood.
Rhyn growled low in his chest.
Her eyes traveled over the image of him training others, his whip-like upper body bare to reveal the roped muscles of his shoulders and chest, the tucked waist and flat abs.
The familiar phrase made her chest tighten.
The t-shirt he wore was tight around large biceps and snug across his muscular shoulders and thick chest.
Her nose wrinkled at a familiar scent, and she looked first at the plate full of raw fish on the table and then at the silver-eyed predator with his roped forearms displayed across his wide, bare chest.
He stopped at the growl that came from deep within Rhyn's chest.
The pain returned, and he realized he hadn.t noticed its temporary reprieve until it clutched his chest again.
I chased him down this bluff but then I started getting pains in my chest and short of breath until I just had to stop.
Edith leaned closer to him and began to run playful fingers down his bare chest, and lower.
Memories of almost being raped, of Brady killing someone in front of her … Her chest seized, and she dropped to her knees.
As fast as Kris ran, he couldn't catch her. He grew more baffled when she seemed to pull ahead of him without any sign of the exhaustion she'd showed when they stopped. Desperation could motivate, and so could fear for her sister. He pushed himself harder to catch her. Thunder boomed overhead. Forms he assumed were demons swooped above the canopy, casting shadows. He caught glimpses of fur and wings through leaves and ran until his chest was heaving. Hannah remained ahead of him, though he realized he was beginning to gain on her. He had to reach her before the demons did and swept her away, as they had Kiki.
She began pummeling his chest with her fists.
Instead of answering, she lashed out at him, following her kick sequence with an elbow to his chest.