Gradually, we commenced to divest
ourselves of our clothing, retaining only sufficient for modesty; but the sun was not hot.
The soldier never becomes wholly familiar with the conception of his foes as men like himself; he cannot divest
himself of the feeling that they are another order of beings, differently conditioned, in an environment not altogether of the earth.
Odd, and in some degree humorous, as his convictions seemed to me at that time, I could not wholly divest
myself of the feeling that they had some tragic relation to his life and character--perhaps to his destiny--although I no longer entertained the notion that they were the vagaries of a disordered mind.
Even if his black cravat and doeskin gloves, the pistols that filled his holsters, and the valise securely fastened to the crupper behind him had not combined to mark him out as a soldier, the air of unconcern that sat on his face, his regular features (scarred though they were with the smallpox), his determined manner, self-reliant expression, and the way he held his head, all revealed the habits acquired through military discipline, of which a soldier can never quite divest
himself, even after he has retired from service into private life.
They struggled half an hour longer under the tumbler, and when I looked again the black soldier had severed the heads of his foes from their bodies, and the still living heads were hanging on either side of him like ghastly trophies at his saddle-bow, still apparently as firmly fastened as ever, and he was endeavoring with feeble struggles, being without feelers and with only the remnant of a leg, and I know not how many other wounds, to divest
himself of them; which at length, after half an hour more, he accomplished.
But if his description seems to follow that of James Williams, divest
it of anything Cloverdalian.
And all those are mine equals who give unto themselves their Will, and divest
themselves of all submission.
continued Raffles, lighting a cigarette and beginning to divest
himself of his rags.
After vainly attempting to divest
the animal of his clanking trappings, Barnaby sprung up behind him, snatched the bridle, turned into Leather Lane, which was close at hand, and urged the frightened horse into a heavy trot.