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He had taken off his coat and put his sunburnt, hairy neck under the tap, and was rubbing it and his head with his hands.
Anna Karenina(V1) By Leo Tolstoy Context
He got up from the sofa, took off his coat, undid his belt, and uncovering his hairy chest to breathe more freely, walked up and down the room.
Anna Karenina(V2) By Leo Tolstoy Context
Those broad, reddish hands, with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt cuffs, laid down the pack and took up a glass and a pipe that were handed him.
War and Peace(V2) By Leo Tolstoy Context
Slightly snorting and grunting, he presented now his back and now his plump hairy chest to the brush with which his valet was rubbing him down.
War and Peace(V4) By Leo Tolstoy Context
His sleeves were rolled up and his sinewy, hairy, red hands with their short fingers deftly turned the ramrod.
War and Peace(V5) By Leo Tolstoy Context
He stands before me again, his bluff hairy face irradiating with a joyful love and pride, for which I can find no description.
David Copperfield By Charles Dickens Context
I looked down; my clothes hung formlessly on my shrunken limbs; the hand that lay on my knee was corded and hairy.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde By Robert Louis Stevenson Context
Certainly Will was no dirtier, no more hairy, no more lice infested than many fine gentlemen who came to Tara.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret Mitche Context
One morning he was in his garden, and thought himself alone, but his sister was walking behind him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the ground; it was a large, black, hairy, frightful spider.
Les Misérables (V1) By Victor Hugo Context
The edges of these bones are fringed with hairy fibres, through which the Right Whale strains the water, and in whose intricacies he retains the small fish, when openmouthed he goes through the seas of brit in feeding time.
Moby Dick By Herman Melville Context
On opening the little door, two hairy monsters flew at my throat, bearing me down, and extinguishing the light; while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton put the copestone on my rage and humiliation.
Wuthering Heights By Emily Bronte Context