(anatomy) a structure that resembles a shell in shape

Usage examples of concha.

Casa del Ayuntamiento - were left in some confusion in the Plaza, and Estella saw with a sudden cold fear that Conyngham and Concha were on their knees in the midst of a little group of hesitating men.

His cotton pantaloons bore tin conchae down the seam and the cuffs were hand-embroidered with Toltecan symbols.

Concha was brushing invisible grains of snuff from his cassock sleeve and watching Estella with anxious eyes.

Concha, and then told his tale over again in a briefer, blunter manner.

The Padre Concha had a pleasant voice, and a habit of gesticulating slowly with one large and not too clean hand, that suggested the pulpit.

On closer inspection he saw that this was a priest, and on nearing him recognised the Padre Concha, whose acquaintance he had made at the Hotel of the Marina at Algeciras.

You are not the Englishman with whom Father Concha is so angry - who sells forbidden books - the Bible, it is said?

Father Concha would take the child upon his knee as he sat on the low wall at the side of the steps, and when the mother had left them, would talk quietly with the lines of his face wonderfully softened, so that before long the little girl would run home quite happy in mind and no longer afraid of the great unknown.

Father Concha knew all about them, and would take an unfair advantage of his opportunities, refusing probably to perform the ceremony until he was satisfied as to the ways and means and prudence of the contracting parties - which of course he had no right to do.

Vincente smiled, and nevertheless exchanged a quick glance with Concha, who confirmed the news by a movement of his shaggy eyebrows.

Padre Concha, counting out his little stock of silver with the care that only comes from the knowledge that each coin represents a self-denial.

In the middle of the street Father Concha paused and looked up, nodding as if to an old friend at the sight of a dingy piece of palm bound to the ironwork of a balcony on the second floor.

It was on the fifth floor of this tenement that Father Concha, instructed by Heaven knows what priestly source of information, looked to meet with Sebastian, the whilom bodyservant of the late Colonel Monreal of Xeres.

But to Father Concha the sum represented five hundred cups of black coffee denied to himself in the evening at the cafe - five hundred packets of cigarettes, so-called of Havana, unsmoked - two new cassocks in the course of twenty years - a hundred little gastronomic delights sternly resisted season after season.

And Concha, who could drive as keen a bargain as any market-woman of Ronda, knew by the manner of saying it that Sebastian only spoke the truth when he said that he had other offers.