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"The Bosom is Back" trumpeted the Times, "Big is Beautiful" cheered the Star, every piece illustrated with a picture of Hendricks spilling milkily out of a low-cut dress, her magnificent arse curving into frame like the first sight of the beach on a long car ride.

Big breasts are the new small breasts Eva Wiseman 2010

The beast's scales had turned pale and flaky during its long incarceration under the ground, its eyes were milkily pink; both rear legs bore heavy cuffs from which chains led to enormous pegs driven deep into the rocky floor.

Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Rowling, J. K. 2007

No gold fin winked in the porphyry font and any peacock which seemed to be milkily drooping in the moon-shadows was indeed a ghost, for the whole flock of them had been found mysteriously and rudely slaughtered a day or two ago in the first disturbing flush of this sudden summer.

The Complete Stories Waugh, Evelyn 1998

The doe was not normal-a stumpish fifth leg dangled down from the center of her lower belly like a teat, waggling bonelessly to and fro when she walked, and a blind third eye peered milkily from the left side of her muzzle.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

The dress never became more than milkily translucent.

Sentenced To Prism Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1985

The crawler filled the space like some giant spider, its six wheels — each at least twelve feet tall — linked by hinged spidery struts, its passenger sphere glowing milkily in the center of the struts like a white egg at the center of a web.

Ilium Simmons, Dan 1981

A boat's rudder, and if any confirmation had been required the milkily phosphorescent water being turned up by the two slowly turning screws a couple of feet ahead of me would have been all that was required.

When Eight Bells Toll MacLean, Alistair, 1922-1987 1966

It seemed the great pearls in her ears were not more milkily white than her throat, and he was sure were also her little slender hands, that did not fidget, but lay idly in her lap, holding her blue parasol.

Beyond The Rocks A Love Story Elinor Glyn 1903

The slate roof sparkles in the sun, but it sparkles milkily, vaguely, the great glass-houses put out its shining.

Men, Women and Ghosts Amy Lowell 1899

In the moonlight, the slate roof shines palely milkily white.

Men, Women and Ghosts Amy Lowell 1899