"Yes--such as 'tis," he answered, as he wrote something on the pad of paper in his hand
; "but it's a pretty poor apology for a home, Pollyanna.
Again I fell to chafing her hands
and to moving her arms up and down and about until she could thrash them herself.
It's remarkable what mere force of grip there is in these hands
. I have had occasion to notice many hands
; but I never saw stronger in that respect, man's or woman's, than these."
"By the dead hands
at my throat but he shall die, Bar Comas.
Falling on his knees before the bed, he held his wife's hand
before his lips and kissed it, and the hand
, with a weak movement of the fingers, responded to his kiss.
Edwin still sits thrown back in his chair, making that rest of clasped hands
for his head.
Wing Biddlebaum talked much with his hands
. The slender expressive fingers, forever active, for- ever striving to conceal themselves in his pockets or behind his back, came forth and became the piston rods of his machinery of expression.
His emotion when speaking of the "monster" struck him as sincere; and, if the Persian had cherished any sinister designs against him, he would not have armed him with his own hands
. Besides, Raoul must reach Christine at all costs.
And so exactly was the expression repeated on the fair young face of her who had crept along the wall to a point where she could see him, and where she now stood looking at him, with hands
which at first had been only raised in frightened compassion, if not even to keep him off and shut out the sight of him, but which were now extending towards him, trembling with eagerness to lay the spectral face upon her warm young breast, and love it back to life and hope--so exactly was the expression repeated (though in stronger characters) on her fair young face, that it looked as though it had passed like a moving light, from him to her.
From the canoes on both sides uprose a glittering, glistening rain of mother-of-pearl-handled tomahawks that descended into the waiting hands
of the Somo men on deck, while the Marys on deck crouched down and scrambled out of the fray.
Now Panda was a man of gentle heart, who did not love war, and therefore it was thought that he was half-witted; and, because I loved Panda, when the question of his slaying came on, I and the chief Mapita spoke against it, and pleaded for him, saying that there was nothing to be feared at his hands
who was a fool.
At every jump too, Hands
appeared still more to sink into himself and settle down upon the deck, his feet sliding ever the farther out, and the whole body canting towards the stern, so that his face became, little by little, hid from me; and at last I could see nothing beyond his ear and the frayed ringlet of one whisker.