Each of us were drawn by him, she with the cincture of Venus, and I with the crescent of Dian.
These women had a cincture of cotton about their loins, but were otherwise nude.
He threw himself back in an arm-chair, tucking his hands into his cincture.
Yea, though every knight in the realm essayed to unfasten that cincture, it would not yield, except to one alone.
Then she ...