The roaring which escaped from the deep cavities of his chest made the glass of the windows vibrate.

To those developed and clearly defined muscles starting from his face, to his hair matted with sweat, to the energetic heaving of his chin and shoulders, it was impossible to refuse a certain degree of admiration.
Strength carried to this point is semi-divine.

The Herculean legs and feet of Porthos had, by swelling, burst his stockings; all the strength of his huge body was converted into the rigidity of stone.

Porthos moved no more than does the giant of granite which reclines upon the plains of Agrigentum.

According to Pelisson's orders, his boots had been cut off, for no human power could have pulled them off.