The Cimmerian tried yet again to resist the magic, but it was as if his legs belonged to another.
Her legs, crossed above the knee, could have belonged to a sixteen-year-old.
It looks as if his legs belonged to some one else or were possessed by devils.
She felt numb, as if her arms and legs didn't belong to her, yet they were working, moving.
His legs belonged to a comedian, not to him.
Her legs belonged to someone at least three metres tall.
The legs belong to the men who've organized the hunt.
The legs belonged to his wife, sister-in-law, and a friend of the family, who were all dancers.
He could see the shape these lower legs belonged to: it was big, hulking.
The legs and feet belong to an as yet unknown animal.
