1 Thence, still hugging the shadow, he edged his way cautiously forward to the nearest window, holding back his straight spare body and craning his neck till he got a glimpse of the room.
2 She wore her usual dress of darkish stuff, and there was no bow at her neck; but through her hair she had run a streak of crimson ribbon.
3 Then she snatched her hands from his, threw her arms about his neck, and pressed a sudden drenched cheek against his face.
4 She tightened her fierce hold about his neck.
5 Her breath in his neck set him shuddering again, and he almost sprang from his seat.
6 Gerald did not see his daughter in the shadow of the trees, and he drew rein in the road, patting his horse's neck with approbation.
7 Gerald was a small man, little more than five feet tall, but so heavy of barrel and thick of neck that his appearance, when seated, led strangers to think him a larger man.
8 It was not suitable for a barbecue, for it had only tiny puffed sleeves and the neck was low enough for a dancing dress.
9 After all she was not ashamed of her neck and arms and bosom, even if it was not correct to show them in the morning.
10 Her neck was short but rounded and her arms plump and enticing.
11 Mammy plucked a large towel from the washstand and carefully tied it around Scarlett's neck, spreading the white folds over her lap.
12 Mrs. Meade mounted her carriage block and craned her neck for a view of the baby, but the doctor, disregarding the mud, plowed through to the side of the carriage.
13 That meant four mornings a week in the sweltering, stinking hospital with her hair tied up in a towel and a hot apron covering her from neck to feet.
14 She arose and, coming behind Scarlett, put her arms about her neck.
15 There were tears on her cheeks, her bonnet was hanging on her neck by the ribbons and her hoops swaying violently.