In moving I had trodden on or touched the serpent with my foot, and it had bitten me just above the ankle.
The ankle was small and curved like an axe handle and looked as tough.
It nearly turned my ankle as I jumped on to it, but I hardly felt the pain.
He entered and scuffled up the walk, ankle deep in fallen leaves.
He bent again, and hid the glow of his pipe against his ...