Long legs rose, tapering, from fine ankles and shapely calves.

Now her legs rose and locked around Blade's waist, while her hands slipped down onto his back.

Here my legs fall and rise with every ripple.

Thirty-six legs rose and fell; eighteen segments moved forward.

His legs rose and fell with the slowness of an underwater ballet.

I could dimly see its huge legs slowly rise and recede and again meet the ground.

Her legs spread apart, then rose to lock around Blade.

Three Davids, all alike, coming toward him silently, without expression, their thin legs rising and falling.

Now, suddenly, unexpectedly, her legs rose from the blanket and clenched his flanks.

Now the object moved, the legs of alternate segments rising and swinging ahead while the others thrust back.