Blow it,” he said, taking off the chain, “my mouth is too full of slime.
They might be waiting now at the mouth of any of these gullies.
The big man opened his mouth to say something more, then turned on his heel.
Before the cavalcade entered the mouth of the cañon he had some thirty men about him.
Vaguely, from the corner of his eye, he felt that Pop had taken the pipe from his mouth.
She tried to smile, but what came was the smile of a wound rather than a mouth.
But his head was whirling round, the blood was gushing from his brow, his temple, his mouth.
He whirled about in his swivel chair, and blew a cloud of smoke from his mouth.
What mattered it that the honey of it was as ashes in her mouth?
Yet there was a set of the mouth and a prominence of the chin which relieved him of any trace of effeminacy.