Word: couched
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...started chasing me across the rug a nice rug it was too. i retired underneath a deep leather couch but he was very unpleasant and crawled on his hands and knees mind you after me very boorish he was. he made a scene and a lot of other men stood around and gawped. i was embarrassed...
...many amours, and he took them the way a child eats candy. But his infatuation for Cléo caused as big a buzz as Ludwig of Bavaria's fling with Lola Montez. Proletarians denounced it in dingy bistros, and bourgeois canvassed it dreamily on the conjugal couch. Cléo became almost as scandalous as conditions in the Congo rubber jungles, which Leopold had also bequeathed his country. The king's enemies, of whom he had many, called him "Cléopold." L'affaire Cléo enlivened the otherwise boring business of Cabinet meetings...
...house -Tommy's uncle. Dr. Thomas A. Stanley (a postgraduate surgery student) saw that Tommy was strangling. He seized a kitchen carving knife; there was no time to sterilize it, nor for an anesthetic. While Papa and Mama held Tommy flat on the living room couch, Dr. Stanley swiftly cut open his windpipe, used a safety pin as a spring to keep the hole open. Air reached Tommy's lungs; he began to breathe again. Later, at a hospital, a surgeon finished the job, extracted orange pulp and seeds from Tommy's throat, sewed...
...Melchior's relationship is Falstaffian. In Die Walküre, when Traubel is left alone on stage, Melchior sometimes prances about the wings as a Rhine maiden in a grass skirt, to try to make her laugh. Once, when she leaned tenderly over his body on the couch in the last act of Tristan, in the scene where Tristan dies of wounds inflicted by a jealous rival, Melchior muttered: "Helena, hurry up the Liebestod (love death). I'm hungry and I need a beer...
...object of this Elbert Hubbard rhapsody was Mrs. Mollie Netcher Newbury. He might better have compared her to Hetty Green. From her huge office, bare except for a big rolltop desk and green velvet couch, Mrs. Newbury had run Chicago's Boston Store for 42 years with a hand as firm as it was unknown. So doing, she had become a State Street legend...