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A gradual warmth, a languorous weariness passed over him descending along his spine from his closely cowled head.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce Context
If I lay on my face the weight would come upon my spine, and I shuddered to think of that dreadful snap.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan Doyle Context
The long white ridge of his spine, with the huge, prominent shoulder blades and jutting ribs and vertebrae, was bare, and Marya Nikolaevna and the waiter were struggling with the sleeve of the night shirt, and could not get the long, limp arm into it.
Anna Karenina(V2) By Leo Tolstoy Context
Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his spine, and his arm trembled nervously; this was sufficient to cause his whole body to slip as he sat on the sloping ledge.
War and Peace(V1) By Leo Tolstoy Context
He was got up with such care, and was so stiff, that he could hardly bend himself; being obliged, when he glanced at some papers on his desk, after sitting down in his chair, to move his whole body, from the bottom of his spine, like Punch.
David Copperfield By Charles Dickens Context
She had been struck with something blunt and heavy, on the head and spine; after the blows were dealt, something heavy had been thrown down at her with considerable violence, as she lay on her face.
Great Expectations By Charles Dickens Context
Rage and hate flowed into her and stiffened her spine and with one wrench she tore herself loose from his arms.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret Mitche Context
It must be a work of time to ascertain that no injury had been done to the spine; but Mr Robinson found nothing to increase alarm, and Charles Musgrove began, consequently, to feel no necessity for longer confinement.
I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out to the world.
Moby Dick By Herman Melville Context
First Lagus meets him, drawn thither by malign destiny; him, as he tugs at a ponderous stone, hurling his spear where the spine ran dissevering the ribs, he pierces and wrenches out the spear where it stuck fast in the bone.
Every rib could be counted and every joint of the spine, though Mistress Mary did not count them as she bent over and examined them with a solemn savage little face.
The Secret Garden By Frances Hodgson Burnett Context