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 a string she took down her bodice.
He assumes that the lettering which borders the bodice in this drawing—ALS.
Rosina had come over to her and was fastening the hooks of her bodice.
And she produced a yellow document from her bodice and laid it on the table.
She shook her hair straight, fastened the collar of her bodice, and, was dressed.
There was a dark, half-dried stain upon the front of her bodice.
