Word: leggedly
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...scramble to safety. Now it looms over him, and the Vagabond looks at it and does not move. he knows he could perhaps move his head and body out of the way by a frantic effort. But he also knows he is certain to lose a stray arm or leg under that inhuman pressure. Somehow it doesn't seem worth the trouble to him. Maybe it will stop. Maybe it will go away or melt like a fog. Anyhow, why die by inches? Why this flurry of self-preservation at such a cost? No, 'tis better to die there calmly...
...driver's seat a 75 mm. shrapnel shell burst right beside him with a deafening roar. A steel splinter drove through 'his back, killing him instantly. The man beside him crumpled up mortally wounded. Of the two men in the rear seat one writhed with a shattered leg, the other was barely hurt. Before the occupants of the other cars could reach their friends, a second shell, which did little damage, threw them flat on their faces...
...teats. But as do birds, it lays eggs. Like fish and turtle, it feeds on water-life. Like the mole, it burrows under ground. Like the duck, it has a broad bill and webbed feet. Like some snakes, it carries venom (male only, in a spur on its hind leg). And it has a beaver-like tail which makes it seem double-ended. Its fur is coarse, runs in color from dark brown to silver grey. No woman would choose it for its beauty or usefu1ness...
...palate. The movement of the palatal muscle carries the sound through the Eustachian tube to the middle ear.'' The muscular agitation in the roof of Veteran Hester's mouth appeared to be semivoluntary or hysterical in character, somewhat like hysterical paralysis which immobilizes an arm or leg although there is nothing organically wrong. There was some evidence that Veteran Hester could start or stop the muscular ticking at will. He was therefore advised that if he made up his mind to stop and was confident he could stop, he would stop...
Czechoslovakia last week received in her hospitable arms French Foreign Minister Yvon Delbos on the last leg of his 17-day jaunt to Poland, Rumania, Yugoslavia (TIME, Dec. 13 et seq.), undertaken to strengthen French friendship with her mid-European allies. While bound for Prague, the French diplomat, ardent League of Nations supporter, received a neat kick in the pants from the crafty Yugoslav Premier, paunchy Milan Stoyadinovich, whom he had just visited for three days. Although Yugoslav officials had issued a carefully worded communique during the Delbos visit admitting in lukewarm terms that Yugoslavia is still a member...