She took out a handkerchief from inside the bodice of her dress and dried her eyes.
Nana no longer needed to stuff wads of paper into her bodice, her breasts were grown.
Next he would sniff at her waist and bodice: "Ah, that's wall-flowers!"
She was quite flushed, and her bodice, generally so still and lifeless, began to heave.
From a recess covered by a shawl running on ...