A big red moon was painted on the left breast of his tunic.

She drew a chronometer, flat as a playing card, from the outer breast of her tunic.

She stood barely as high as the insignia on the breast of his tunic.

There was a smudge across the breast of his tunic.

Daniel dusted the breast of his tunic with his fingertips.

Her hand seized the breast of his tunic.

But placed properly- Without thinking his hands went to the sealed pocket in the breast of his tunic.

He put his hand within the breast of his tunic and brought out the focus-stone.

A guard in white, a red heart stitched on the breast of his tunic, came forward to take charge.

He smoothed the faultless breast of his tunic with well-manicured hands and sighed.