Unspeakably frightened, I turned and saw a portly
, kind-faced gentleman, who asked:
Applied to any other creature than the Leviathan --to an ant or a flea --such portly
terms might justly be deemed unwarrantably grandiloquent.
His eyes were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost portly
and well-built, his body muscular, and his physical powers fully developed by the exercises of his younger days.
His weather-beaten and handsome face, his portly
presence, his shirt- fronts and broad cuffs and gold links, his air of bluff distinction, impressed the humble beholders (stevedores, tally clerks, tide-waiters) as he walked ashore over the gangway of his ship lying at the Circular Quay in Sydney.
Her figure, too, was straight as a dart, a little portly
, perhaps, but curving into magnificent outlines, which were half accentuated by the strange costume which she wore.
The barking had its effect in the house, for, as Dinah and Hetty approached, the doorway was filled by a portly
figure, with a ruddy black-eyed face which bore in it the possibility of looking extremely acute, and occasionally contemptuous, on market-days, but had now a predominant after-supper expression of hearty good- nature.
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.
said Stryver the portly
, with his hands in his waistband, glancing round from the sofa where he lay on his back.
They quickly provided themselves with a deer and made great preparations to cook it over a small fire, when a little dust was seen blowing along the highway, and out of it came the portly
Bishop cantering along with ten men-at-arms at his heels.
Thus attired, he sat with great dignity in Grandfather's chair; and, being a portly
old gentleman, he completely filled it from elbow to elbow.
And as he waved his arms to impersonate the policeman, his portly
form again shook with a deep ringing laugh, the laugh of one who always eats well and, in particular, drinks well.
The butcher, though a portly
and a prosperous man, doesn't know what to do with himself; so anxious is he to express humility when discovered by the passing Boffins taking the air in a mutton grove.