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But he went promptly without waiting to change his dress. "How do, Trix?" he said, sauntering in. "Captain Hammond's compliments, and how's the ankle?" He threw himself no, Charley never threw himself he slowly extended his five-feet-eleven of manhood on a sofa, and awaited his sister's reply. "Oh, the ankle's just the same getting better, I suppose," Trix answered, rather crossly.
"One thing I don't see though: What's the use of a man being six-feet-three? Men that size can't handle themselves as well as a man about five-feet-eleven and a half can. Those long, gangling men, they're nearly always too kind of wormy to be any good in athletics, and they're so awkward they keep falling over chairs or " "Mr. Pembroke is in the army," said Lucy primly.
"They don't, eh?" demanded Reade, rising and drawing himself up to his full height of five-feet-eleven. "Drew, do you think you look as healthy as I do?" As he stood there, erect as a soldier, with his fine athletic figure revealed, and the bronze on his face seemingly inches deep, Tom Reade looked what he was -every inch a man though still a boy in years.
The major rubbed the radiation scar on his cheek absently as he looked them over. They were like twelve chicks out of the same nest. They were all about the same size, a compact five-feet-eleven inches, 175 pounds. They wore loose black tunics, belted over full trousers which gathered into white cruiser boots. The comfortable uniforms concealed any slight differences in build.
I guess if people are talking about anybody in this family they're talking about the impertinent little snippet that hasn't any respect for anything, and doesn't even know enough to attend to his own affairs!" "Snippet, Aunt Fanny!" George laughed. "How elegant! And 'little snippet' when I'm over five-feet-eleven?" "I said it!" she snapped, departing. "I don't see how Lucy can stand you!"
Little she might be, particularly when compared with the giant frame of Captain King, or with Steve's own five-feet-eleven of stature and the hundred and ninety pounds of rawhide and whalebone that was his body, but child she certainly was not.
Wade, however, was over-critical. Whatever might be said of the features individually, collectively they were distinctly pleasing. The impression one received was of a clean, straight-limbed, clear-eyed fellow, who, if he had worked with his hands, had won with his brain. He looked a little older than his twenty-eight years warranted, and a little taller than his scant five-feet-eleven proved.
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