He waved a thorny hand and at once the tinkling of bells was heard, playing sweet music.
Finally, you are making money hand over fist manufacturing the C2000.
Alpatych repeated, withdrawing his hand from his bosom and solemnly pointing to the floor at Dron's feet.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
Señor Medena took her elbow in his hand and led her down the hall.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
He rested a hand on her shoulder and sighed, gazing down at her tenderly.
A live band started playing a waltz and he dropped a hand to her waist.
She smiled up at him as his hand found her waist.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
She pulled her hand back, her face growing warmer.
Carmen took the picture from her hand and studied it.
Following Señor Medena up the stairs, she ran her hand along the smooth wood, enjoying the cool silky soft feel of it.
Kicking his foot free of the stirrup, he offered her a hand, never taking his eyes off Señor Medena.
When Alex lowered her to the ground, she jerked her hand free and marched off to the house.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
On the other hand, Katie had flatly refused to provide some information because she said Alex wouldn't want her to tell.
Alex patiently consoled and distracted her while the nurse taped a padded board to her hand and wrist so she couldn't move it.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
Everyone, by contrast, would kiss the hand that fed them, regardless of how bloody it was.
In an era when cameras were cumbersome and the number of channels on TV could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to snap, very little video of any kind was seen.
Optimism, on the other hand, says, "There is a way."
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
Then hand to the governor in person a letter about the deed.
Dessalles wrote this letter to the Governor for Princess Mary, she signed it, and it was given to Alpatych with instructions to hand it to the Governor and to come back as quickly as possible if there was danger.
"To see the Governor by his excellency's order," answered Alpatych, lifting his head and proudly thrusting his hand into the bosom of his coat as he always did when he mentioned the prince....
Alpatych moved forward and next time the official came out addressed him, one hand placed in the breast of his buttoned coat, and handed him two letters.
I took down the name and rank of their commanding officer, to hand in a complaint about it.
On seeing the young master, the elder one with frightened look clutched her younger companion by the hand and hid with her behind a birch tree, not stopping to pick up some green plums they had dropped.
He twitched her hand, and his brows and lips quivered angrily.
He made a mumbling sound in confirmation of this, took her hand, and began pressing it to different parts of his breast as if trying to find the right place for it.
Princess Mary pressed her head against his hand, trying to hide her sobs and tears.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
Mademoiselle Bourienne at once began crying again and kissed that hand, speaking of the princess' sorrow and making herself a partner in it.
"May I make bold to trouble your honor?" said he respectfully, but with a shade of contempt for the youthfulness of this officer and with a hand thrust into his bosom.
And in all this Princess Mary saw the hand of Providence.
I'm Lieutenant Colonel Denisov, better known as 'Vaska,' said Denisov, pressing Prince Andrew's hand and looking into his face with a particularly kindly attention.
Kutuzov was impatiently urging on his horse, which ambled smoothly under his weight, and he raised his hand to his white Horse Guard's cap with a red band and no peak, nodding his head continually.