Word: abdomenal
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...they have amassed in the sea. In the autumn they reach the clear, placid upper reaches of the river. There the males, haggard, savage from starvation, tear each other with fierce beaklike jaws, fighting for mates. The female scoops a nest in the sand, squeezes into it from her abdomen several thousand ripe eggs. Swimming over it, the male fertilizes the eggs. Then both lose interest in their family, for the founding of which they have traveled miles up the river. Covering the eggs with sand both male and female go off and die. Some fortunate few struggle back...
...more deputies. They surrounded the house, threw mustard bombs, rushed the door. De King was clubbed into unconsciousness. Lillian De King, his wife, was at a telephone, screaming "Help! Help!" over the wire to their lawyer. Deputy Sheriff Smith fired a shotgun loaded with slugs point- blank into her abdomen. She wilted to the floor, dead. Gerald De King, 12-year-old son, flipped up a revolver, sent a bullet plowing into the fleshy leg of Deputy Sheriff Smith...
They are concerned with the proper 'vocal production.' tone "They into are the 'mask,' concerned using with the getting the breathing apparatus properly, knowing how to sup port the tone with the abdomen. Yes, that is right. But beautiful tone is not my art. It is only the background...
...each she makes a shrewd, if flattering, portrait. Of Henry James she threatens to write a book, contents herself instead with a few pages; ''With a labouring that began stirring in the soles of his feet and worked up with Gargantuan travail through his knees and weighty abdomen to his heaving breast and strangled column of a throat. . . he spoke." The day she met him she was wearing a hat with a cluster of small white lovebirds in front. "He gasped with horror, pointed his finger, and said with utter kindness. 'My child, my very dear child...
...assailant of Signor Benito Mussolini. The single instance occurred at Bologna (TIME, Nov. 8, 1926). There the Dictator sat implacable and silent, in his limousine, after a bullet had ripped through his sash of the Grand Cordon of the Order of St. Maurice and St. Lazarus, barely skirting the abdomen...