“A tall and stalwart esquire, methinks,” said Master Headley.
The stalwart man was buttoned up in a dark overcoat, and carried an umbrella.
Another voice, stalwart, elated, cut through it like a sword.
He was the mightiest man of valor in that same day of this our life, stalwart and stately.
If I had never had a trouble before I had one now—large, stalwart, robust.
His hands shook, his stalwart frame trembled as with the agony of travail.
Mrs. Ray had been carried out in her chair by her stalwart sons.
She was like some stalwart oak, weathering with unshaken front a hurricane.
Heyst stood by her chair, a stalwart figure imperfectly lighted.
Ten stalwart sons had he and one fair daughter, Signy by name.