With the force of his huge fist he swung him round and stretched him out at arm's length, all collar and shanks.

The man hung like a mole from the twig.

Yet, while Beppo poured out the tale of his iniquities, his eyes gave the turn of a twinkle, showing that he could have answered one whom he did not fear.

The charge brought against him was, that for the last six months he had been untiringly spying on the signorina.
Corte stamped his loose feet to earth, shook him and told him to walk aloft.

The flexible voluble fellow had evidently become miserably disconcerted.