Word: caressable
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...grey eyes would sometimes cast them for a long time on the richly embroidered Banner of all the Allied Nations, which hung above his head. Sometimes too he would call for his baton-the baton of a Marshal of France-and with the tips of his old fingers would caress along the shaft the hard and prickly stars...
...proposed to prove it; to fight a bull in London; to show that speed, skill, sportsmanship which England worships are foundations of his trade. No horses would be disemboweled. Instead of killing the bull he would kiss it; tease the beast a little; stroke it; finally plant a caress on its cruel horns as it came plunging by. Lesser matadors at home in Spain followed anxiously the progress of their ambassador of good will toward bull fights in the foreign, unfriendly land of their Queen. Their livelihood, traditions, national sport of Spain were perhaps dependent in some small future degrees...
When Wireless Operator Collins saw feathers and found what was in the cubby hole, he felt more than ever like God. He hunted Sheik, who arched against his leg as usual, purring in mad anticipation of a caress. He carried Sheik to the wireless room, muttering. He arranged some wires, glared at the "murderer" and loosed the lightning of righteousness. It was Omnipotence to swing the white corpse by its tail and hurl it at the sky, a falling thing in the wide heavens, a pitching clot for the sharks...
...pearl. He knew pearls and emeralds, rubies and sapphires. In a way he knew diamonds too, but he did not like them, least of all when he saw them wired on the stomacher of the Manhattan dame of a Civil War profiteer. And he did love pearls; liked to caress them against his cheek. He knew where he could get them. They were sewed on the bridal finery of Jewish girls in Poland; they were beaded on the silk and velvet covers of the Blessed Scroll of Laws in synagogues. Cossacks brought pearls to the Polish Jews; carried them from...
...Long Beach, Calif., the wife of Trombonist Charles E. Stacy listened at her radio box while far away he broadcast his best trombone solo, "The Sweetest Story Ever Told." The notes were like a lover's last lingering, farewell caress. That is what they were, for he died on the way home, of heart failure...