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Also I made pores for porous plasters and high-grade holes for doughnuts and buttons.
He drank enormous quantities of water, but so great was the heat of the day and of his exertions, that the water sluiced through the interstices of his flesh and out at all his pores.
600,000,000 air cells in one pair of lungs, and 2,000 pores to a square inch of surface; so you see what quantities of air we must have, and what care we should take of our skin so all the little doors will open and shut right.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
And in truth the moisture started from his pores and stood on his pale forehead like dew.
Clad in quiet black or grey gowns, made high round the throat--dresses that she would have laughed at, or screamed at, as the whim of the moment inclined her, in her maiden days--she sits speechless in corners; her dry white hands (so dry that the pores of her skin look chalky) incessantly engaged, either in monotonous embroidery work or in rolling up endless cigarettes for the Count's own particular smoking.
The sand choked and blinded him; its fine thin grains entered the very pores of his skin, and irritated him almost to madness.
It makes a body ooze sarcasm at every pore, to go about Rome and Florence and see what this last generation has been doing with the statues.
Drot your pore broken heart," says the baldhead; "what are you heaving your pore broken heart at US f'r?
Noel Vanstone, in your interests, till the gold oozes out of him at every pore.
My breath was coming in quick, short gasps, cold sweat stood out from every pore of my body, and the ancient experiment of pinching revealed the fact that I was anything other than a wraith.
He was heart-broken because he had no whisky, wanted to make coffee for me, racked his brain for something he could possibly do for me, and beamed and laughed, and in the exuberance of his delight sweated at every pore.