Word: plumped
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Victor, honey" was brought up by his womenfolks, commandeering their lives. Shallow, placid Mrs. Campion let the estate leak through her plump fingers. A carefully washed and brushed Mr. Lacey sought to be her second husband, and would have been but that Victor had a nightmare of Mr. Lacey as a catfish in a tailcoat and wailed until Mamma promised not to let him be "Victor's dear new Papa...
...Esmeralda?that the orchestra played, apache dance of children's parties, to whose rhythm plump little girls have danced with skinny little boys through generations of summer afternoons while pink palms grew moist and socks crept slowly down to form a wad at the heels of minute dancing slippers? Not at all. The dance was the odious "Charleston," condemned by all dancing masters last year, now adopted in deference to popular taste, after vast modifications. No flourish of trumpets attends its innocent pattern. Dancing masters stand up straight; they do not lift their toes from the floor, or walked pigeontoed...
...graduate of one of the Russian Imperial ballet schools, onetime ballet master of the government theater at Odessa, is the founder of the famed Chalif Russian Normal School of Dancing, Manhattan ?an establishment which has proved as remunerative as a tract of Florida real estate. Chalif is plump, prosperous, vigorous. His face invariably displays the bland amiability of one who is pleasantly stupefied by recent exertion. Once Pavlowa saw him perform...
...windy day: thin Susan Furly marching from door to door with the parish magazine; buxom Bella Jorden, preening her black silk on the porch of the Goat and Compasses; Rose Jorden talking furtively with some man through a hedge; old Mrs. Dunk, the charwoman, pottering about the graveyard; plump-breasted Sally Dunk, flirting boldly in the lane. Of an evening you hear the local males talking at the inn, Crome's moral centre. By night, the sleeping selves of the villagers come drifting, roaming, crying about the gusty square. In that ghostly company, the public fronts are removed from secret...
...Plump-breasted Sally Dunk...