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Johnny, what a figure that woman has!" he said, one morning, as they were walking to their office. "Yes; she stands well on her pins." "I should think she did. If I understand anything of form," said Cradell, "that woman is nearly perfect. What a torso she has!"
Beneath it the man's naked torso and his bare arms showed powerfully muscled. His face was smooth shaven, with strong, regular features. I noticed, too, there was a slight cleft in his square chin. His forehead was high, his blue eyes kindly, yet with a searching, piercing quality about them.
Once he brought home a plaster-of-Paris Venus the Melos one with the beautiful arch to her torso of a bow that instant after the arrow has flown. Hanscha cuffed him for the expenditure, but secretly her old heart, which since childhood had subjected her to strange, rather epileptical, sinking spells, and had induced the drinking, warmed her with pride in his choice.
John was waiting for her at the station in Torso, where she was to break the journey. His face was eager and solicitous. He made many anxious inquiries about her health and the journey. But she put it all to one side. "Tell me about the Darnells. Isn't it dreadful!" "Yes," he said slowly, "it is very bad." Lane's voice was grave, as if he knew more than the published report.
And that too abundant waist had been most cunningly confined in a belt that descended beneath, instead of rising above, the lower masses of the vast torso. The general effect was worthy of the effort that must have gone to it. Madame Foucault was not rejuvenated by her toilette, but it almost procured her pardon for the crime of being over forty, fat, creased, and worn out.
He did not notice his wife's dejected appearance when he kissed her, in his eagerness to tell something. "There is going to be a shake-up in the road," he announced. "That's why they sent for me." "Is there?" she asked listlessly. "Well, I am slated for fourth Vice-president. They were pleased to say handsome things about what I have done at Torso.
He was half a head shorter than Bobby and four inches broader across the shoulders, and his neck spread out over all the top of his torso; but there was something in the clear gaze of the eyes which made the two gentlemen look quite alike as they shook hands, vastly different as they were. "Bad news for you, I'm afraid," announced Bobby.
Oggi fa bel tempo," or "fa cattivo tempo," as the case may be. This is no less a person than Beppo, King of the Beggars, and permanent bore of the Scale di Spagna. He is better known to travellers than the Belvedere Torso of Hercules at the Vatican, and has all the advantage over that wonderful work, of having an admirable head and a good digestion.
"All right," Lane answered buoyantly. "They have transferred me to the Indiana division, headquarters at Torso superintendent of the Torso and Toledo." "Indeed! But you'll be back here some day, eh?" "I hope so!" "That's good!" The Colonel smiled sympathetically, as he always did when he contemplated energetic youth, climbing the long ladder with a firm grip on each rung.
But where Murray was bald, this man's hair was as thick and black as his beard. He had thrown off his helmet, so that his massive head was outlined against the sky. His torso was thick, his shoulders broad. Large, intelligent eyes and brilliant coral skin proclaimed the man to be a native of Mars. The man's white teeth flashed brilliantly when he spoke. "Feeling better?
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