Word: breast
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Hankow, some 300 miles below Wanhsien, on account of the shallow rapids, most famed of which is the so-called "Tiger's Tooth." But Hankow could be used as a base for punitive expeditions, and a glimpse of the Hawkins might strike salutary terror into many a Chinese breast...
...Legion of Honor has been awarded to a U. S. member of the theatrical profession. Last week, in a grave oak room whose windows stared out at the Manhattan sky above the traffic of Broadway, Maxine Mongendre, Consul General of France, pinned a bit of ribbon on the breast of Marcus Loew, showman. Mr. Loew, of "Loew, Inc.," became a showman twenty years ago in much the same fashion that he has now become a legionaire-by accident. Even during the solemn ceremony that involved the bit of ribbon he could not appear to be taking himself seriously. A short...
...girl said she was going to "git her roadster." The rain fell harder. The seas were treacherous as a swarm of sorcerers. They did not wage fair battle, but disguised in many shapes their malice, plotting curiously to undo her. Now an army of horsemen came riding against her breast, with plumes blown back and dark flanks swelling in a line; and now a thing like a wolf reared over her and fled
...painted with such stormy concentration were usually as tranquil as twilight. Brown cows sunk in August meadows, fly-twitching, drowsily browsing; sheep streaming, grey blurs, cloud-patterned, home over a hill to a fold of peaceful and fleecy sleep; valleys folded in mist, green V's in the breast-hollow of a hill-range, ponds lying like shields at sunset, fishing boats blown out of shimmer to the white shadow of a cliff patched by a marvelous tiny woman, waiting, orchards in May, acres of blossoms pale and adream with the promise of bees and a deathless summer. Often...
...chair. What she saw on the floor gave her a slight start, but her nerves were good; she chuckled and moved nearer. As she bent over the "corpse" uncertainty replaced the laughter in her generous face; her hand, moving very slowly, pushed back the dress that covered the breast of her youngest. The gash left by the woodpile ax was deep and scarlet. It had long since ceased to bleed. "Whee. . . ." A delighted shriek drifted in from the yard. The Ellison children and the big girls- from next door were now playing "frazzle-belly...