She paused, chest heaving, cold with the knowledge of how close he had been to success.

I peeled myself away from him and stood slowly, chest heaving.

Chest heaving, he looked down upon the man on the pallet.

He stayed bent for a moment, chest heaving, trying to get his breath back.

Rand was staring at nothing, now, chest heaving as if he had run ten miles.

He turned his back, chest heaving, blind eyes lost in infinity.

Chest heaving, she gave a ragged cough, and her eyes opened.

He was having a rough time of it, she noted, hands shaking, chest heaving.

It had tumbled into the river and was just lying there, its great chest heaving.

I stumbled on, chest heaving, tasting blood in my mouth.

His chest heaved with the effort he made to control himself.

His chest heaved and he seemed to try to speak.

Her chest heaved as she tried to push him off.

But even when it was finished, his chest still heaved.

Her chest heaved at the desire she saw in him.

He was breathing hard, his little chest heaving with the effort.

He stood for a moment, chest heaving with emotion, then made up his mind.

At last he took a backwards step, his chest heaving with effort.

By the time he got back to Sheila his chest was heaving.

His chest was heaving, but he wasn't making any noise.