1 His breast rose and fell a little faster.
2 Her breast rose and fell slowly and regularly.
3 Something was killed in your breast: burnt out, cauterized out.
4 He could feel her breasts, ripe yet firm, through her overalls.
5 From time to time a little blood dripped on to the breast of his overalls.
6 His mother drew her arm round the child and pressed its face against her breast.
7 He pulled her round so that they were breast to breast; her body seemed to melt into his.
8 Presently the rising and falling of their breasts slowed to normal speed, and in a sort of pleasant helplessness they fell apart.
9 Sometimes it stopped for a few seconds, spread out and resettled its wings, then swelled its speckled breast and again burst into song.
10 Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
11 An enormous wreck of a woman, aged about sixty, with great tumbling breasts and thick coils of white hair which had come down in her struggles, was carried in, kicking and shouting, by four guards, who had hold of her one at each corner.
12 little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him.