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But this slim Irish girl with the young, lissom body held her own.
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She was boyish as Rosalind, woman in every motion of her slim and lissom body.
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Her young and lissom body was in his arms, a warm and palpitating thing of life and joy.
4
Kitty slowly gathered her lissom body in a ball and lay panting, with the same brave wildfire in her eyes.
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They wrapped her softly in the blankets, and without a word spoken, lowered the still, lissom body into its rude grave.
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Her bare feet showed through the sandal straps, and the outlines of her lissom body were quite visible through the muslin stuff she wore.
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The girl had got out to relieve the horses, and as her young, lissom body took the hill scattering flakes of snow were already flying.