"Admiration burned in his fierce eyes as he looked down on her splendid bosom and her lithe limbs,..."

“Admiration burned in his fierce eyes as he looked down on her splendid bosom and her lithe limbs, which still quivered from fright and exertion. He passed an arm around her flexible waist and said, reassuringly: “Stop shaking, wench; you’re safe enough.””

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Robert E. Howard, Shadows in Zamboula

I think I’m going to start talking like this.