His muscles were getting flabby
, and his tailor called attention to his increasing waistband.
But this kiss had tasted soapsuds, and the lips, he had noticed, were flabby
Compared with White Fang, they were frail and flabby
, and clutched life without any strength in their grip.
In spite, however, of his resemblance to the handsome Russian Emperor and the terrible Domitian, Isidore Baudoyer was nothing more than a political office-holder, of little ability as head of his department, a cut-and-dried routine man, who concealed the fact that he was a flabby
cipher by so ponderous a personality that no scalpel could cut deep enough to let the operator see into him.
Brow and head were round and of massive weight, but the face was flabby
This fish, with its flabby
skin, is well known to possess the singular power of distending itself into a nearly spherical form.
But as I stood on this hillside, I foresaw that in the blinding sunshine of that land I would become acquainted with a flabby
, pretending, weak-eyed devil of a rapacious and pitiless folly.
The after noon breeze would incite to a weird and flabby
activ ity all that crowded mass of clothing, with its vague suggestions of drowned, mutilated and flattened hu manity.
Kayerts showed a drawn, flabby
face above the rotundity of his stomach, which gave him a weird aspect.
No; I didn't know," he declared, with a sort of flabby
stupidity, whose comical aspect was lost upon a woman haunted by the fear of the gallows, "but I do now.
Sleary: a stout man as already mentioned, with one fixed eye, and one loose eye, a voice (if it can be called so) like the efforts of a broken old pair of bellows, a flabby
surface, and a muddled head which was never sober and never drunk.
Mr Barnacle made him a severe bow, as a wounded man of family, a wounded man of place, and a wounded man of a gentlemanly residence, all rolled into one; and he made Mr Barnacle a bow, and was shut out into Mews Street by the flabby
lump of mortality that we work so hard at with such patient perseverance, yields no sign of you.
Solomon Pell, one of this learned body, was a fat, flabby
, pale man, in a surtout which looked green one minute, and brown the next, with a velvet collar of the same chameleon tints.
From his wrinkled flabby
face he looked over fifty; his little eyes were lost in fat and they looked out grimly, sternly and discontentedly.