He was quite portly
, with a profusion of gray hair, and small blue eyes which age had robbed of much of their brightness but none of their penetration.
TOWARDS noon, Hepzibah saw an elderly gentleman, large and portly
, and of remarkably dignified demeanor, passing slowly along on the opposite side of the white and dusty street.
In the length he attains, and in his baleen, the Fin-back resembles the right whale, but is of a less portly
girth, and a lighter color, approaching to olive.
Applied to any other creature than the Leviathan --to an ant or a flea --such portly
terms might justly be deemed unwarrantably grandiloquent.
After two or three attempts he accomplished this, with the lackey's help, and meantime a second man had approached, a tall and portly
personage, solemn as an executioner.
Of the chief feature of the feast -- the huge wild boar that lay stretched out so portly
and imposing at the start -- nothing was left but the semblance of a hoop-skirt; and he was but the type and symbol of what had hap- pened to all the other dishes.
A good part of the whispering had been occasioned by an event which was more or less rare -- the entrance of visitors: lawyer Thatcher, accompanied by a very feeble and aged man; a fine, portly
, middle-aged gentle- man with iron-gray hair; and a dignified lady who was doubtless the latter's wife.
said Stryver the portly
, with his hands in his waistband, glancing round from the sofa where he lay on his back.
They were portly
gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in Scrooge's office.
Crupp, of late the bold, became within a few days so faint-hearted, that rather than encounter my aunt upon the staircase, she would endeavour to hide her portly
form behind doors - leaving visible, however, a wide margin of flannel petticoat - or would shrink into dark corners.
Almost as soon as he had spoken, a portly
upright man (whom I can see now, as I write) in a well-worn olive-coloured frock-coat, with a peculiar pallor over-spreading the red in his complexion, and eyes that went wandering about when he tried to fix them, came up to a corner of the bars, and put his hand to his hat - which had a greasy and fatty surface like cold broth - with a half-serious and half-jocose military salute.
You see what he was--a portly
, pushing, egotistical tradesman.