He raised his fettered ankle and examined the lock.
The fettered ankle halted his first step, but he stretched at full length along the table, extending eager fingers toward the prize.
I sprained my ankle when I tumbled off of Barkis, and it gets worse and worse; though I've done all I know to cure it and hide it, so it shouldn't trouble anyone," whispered Rose, knitting her brows with pain, as she prepared to descend, wishing her uncle would take her instead of her bundles.
There you are right side up with care; and mind, now, if your ankle bothers you, and you are laid up with it, I am to be your footman.
His ankle had stiffened, his limp was more pronounced, but the pain of it was as nothing compared with the pain of his stomach.
Also, he recinched the injured ankle and prepared himself for a day of travel.
They were delighted, also, with blue and white beads, particularly the former, and wore broad tight bands of them round the waist and ankles
, large rolls of them round the neck, and pendants of them in the ears.
He is a young man of twenty, in evening dress, very wet around the ankles
After leaving behind him the civic Tournelle* and the criminal tower, and skirted the great walls of the king's garden, on that unpaved strand where the mud reached to his ankles
, he reached the western point of the city, and considered for some time the islet of the Passeur-aux-Vaches, which has disappeared beneath the bronze horse of the Pont Neuf.
The youth knelt and cut the bonds that held the girl's wrists and ankles
Jackson sank into the armchair with satisfaction, lit his cigar with perfect confidence (it was Newland who bought them), and stretching his thin old ankles
to the coals, said: "You say the secretary merely helped her to get away, my dear fellow?
He knew that his giant muscles could not part the many strands that bound his wrists and ankles
, for he had strained often, but ineffectually for release.
Here they threw me upon the ground, binding my ankles
together and trussing them up to my wrists behind.
she called through the partition, still standing on the chair, one hand tipping the mirror forward and back, so that she was able to run her eyes from the reflection of her ankles
and calves to her face, warm with color and roguishly alive.
The foamy wavelets curled up to her white feet, and coiled like serpents about her ankles