His warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
His hands gripped her waist, drawing her close.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
The warmth of his body and the feel of his hands brought a soft moan to her lips.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
Felipa held her hands out to Destiny.
Alex leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk.
Señor Medena folded his hands under his chin and studied Alex thoughtfully.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
She smiled as Carmen put hands to her mouth in surprise.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
Hands on hips, she smiled up at him dryly.
With the photos in her hands, the fertilized eggs were a thing of the past.
She stepped closer to Alex, her hands balled into fists at the end of stiff arms.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
Carmen avoided his hands, turning to the closet.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.
"Mommy," she croaked, lifting her hands to Carmen.
Destiny cried harder, clinging to her hands and trying to get back into her arms.
"Mommy," she croaked, lifting her hands to Carmen.
Destiny cried harder, clinging to her hands and trying to get back into her arms.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
She escorted him to wash his hands, talking all the while.
She settled into his lap, welcoming the hands that encircled her waist.
Katie stared at her, hands on hips.
He watched her while she wiped her hands, his expression unreadable.
She paused, sucking in a deep breath, and then threw her hands in the air in defeat.
He clapped his hands slowly.
Señor Medena shoved hands into his pockets.
He glanced at their joined hands, then at Lisa and Howard in turn.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and fixed Connie with a hostile stare.
Lisa tossed Giddon a towel and plunged her hands into the soapy water in the sink.
The masculine smell of him, the way his big hands caressed her cheek so softly... hands without calluses.
She quickly replaced the envelope with shaking hands, making sure it was in exactly the same position as she found it.
His hands might be soft, but he was capable of dealing with whatever came in his direction.
His big hands were surprisingly gentle as he wrapped her foot and secured it with tiny safety pins.
Even she would have had trouble working with something so little, but his big hands dispensed with the job in short order.
There was a soft step behind her, and then his hands were on her waist, his thumbs nimbly working the tense muscles.
His hands worked up her back moving gradually as he massaged every inch of the muscles on either side of her spine.
Finally his big hands left her waist and moved to her shoulders, working out the stiffness in them, and then on to the back of her neck.
"Good morning, children!" said the minister; and he kindly shook hands with both.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the cave.
Their faces were browned by the sun; their hands were hard and gnarly; their backs were bent by much heavy lifting; their clothing was in tatters.
"He shall be our little brother," said Blondel; and both the boys clapped their hands very softly.
So, with his own hands he carried the golden tripod to the little house where Thales lived.
Etsy allows people to trade their crafts, items they have made with their own hands and materials.
At present, they win hands down on "less expensive" and put in a decent showing on a couple more factors.
I did nothing but explore with my hands and learn the name of every object that I touched; and the more I handled things and learned their names and uses, the more joyous and confident grew my sense of kinship with the rest of the world.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I thrust out my hands to grasp some support, I clutched at the water and at the seaweed which the waves tossed in my face.
It suddenly occurred to me that he might make a delightful pet; so I seized him by the tail with both hands and carried him home.
For one wild, glad moment we snapped the chain that binds us to earth, and joining hands with the winds we felt ourselves divine!
I used to sit in my mother's lap all day long and keep my hands on her face because it amused me to feel the motions of her lips; and I moved my lips, too, although I had forgotten what talking was.
How well I remember the graceful draperies that enfolded me, the bright autumn leaves that wreathed my head, and the fruit and grain at my feet and in my hands, and beneath all the piety of the masque the oppressive sense of coming ill that made my heart heavy.
I cannot make notes during the lectures, because my hands are busy listening.
I took the book in my hands and tried to feel the letters with an intensity of longing that I can never forget.
She knows her life is in his hands; there is no one to protect her from his wrath.
Our hearts beat fast, and our hands trembled with excitement, not fear, for we had the hearts of vikings, and we knew that our skipper was master of the situation.
The chessmen are of two sizes, the white larger than the black, so that I have no trouble in following my opponent's maneuvers by moving my hands lightly over the board after a play.
The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me.
The touch of some hands is an impertinence.
I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.
Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart.
I also recited "Laus Deo," and as I spoke the concluding verses, he placed in my hands a statue of a slave from whose crouching figure the fetters were falling, even as they fell from Peter's limbs when the angel led him forth out of prison.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
Poor Teacher has had her hands full, attending to movers, and express-men, and all sorts of people.
We clapped our hands and shouted;--went away beaming with pleasure, and Teacher and I felt more light of heart than we had for sometime.
When they tried to teach her to string beads, her little hands fell to her side.
Surely there are hearts and hands ever ready to make it possible for generous intentions to be wrought into noble deeds.
She seems to be more nervous than she really is, because she expresses more with her hands than do most English-speaking people.
When she was at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston she stood on a step-ladder and let both hands play over the statues.
The only thing she does which requires skill with the hands is her work on the typewriter.
Her manuscripts seldom contain typographical errors when she hands them to Miss Sullivan to read.
When she is walking up or down the hall or along the veranda, her hands go flying along beside her like a confusion of birds' wings.
It should be said that any double-case watch with the crystal removed serves well enough for a blind person whose touch is sufficiently delicate to feel the position of the hands and not disturb or injure them.
Her hands are in everything; but nothing holds her attention for long.
Her untaught, unsatisfied hands destroy whatever they touch because they do not know what else to do with things.
She follows with her hands every motion you make, and she knew that I was looking for the doll.
She puts her hands in our plates and helps herself, and when the dishes are passed, she grabs them and takes out whatever she wants.
To get her to do the simplest thing, such as combing her hair or washing her hands or buttoning her boots, it was necessary to use force, and, of course, a distressing scene followed.
But when I spell into her hand, "Give me some bread," she hands me the bread, or if I say, "Get your hat and we will go to walk," she obeys instantly.
If she wanted to indicate something large, she spread the fingers of both hands as wide as she could, and brought them together, as if to clasp a big ball.
I held her hands firmly until she became more calm.
She snatched the letter and slapped the little hands soundly.
Then she took the other ball and made her sign for LARGE by spreading both hands over it.
I then said to her with the finger alphabet, "wind fast," or "wind slow," holding her hands and showing her how to do as I wished.
One of the leopards licked her hands, and the man in charge of the giraffes lifted her up in his arms so that she could feel their ears and see how tall they were.
I got up, washed my face and hands, combed my hair, picked three dew violets for Teacher and ate my breakfast.
She is able not only to distinguish with great accuracy the different undulations of the air and the vibrations of the floor made by various sounds and motions, and to recognize her friends and acquaintances the instant she touches their hands or clothing, but she also perceives the state of mind of those around her.
Her method might not succeed so completely in the hands of any one else.
Her little hands felt every object and observed every movement of the persons about her, and she was quick to imitate these movements.
As he came in sight of the rose-bushes that grew near the side of the house, he suddenly clapped his hands, and with a little shout of joy stopped to look at them; they were all covered with lovely rosebuds.
Now he found out that his father's words were true, for a few days of warm weather had turned the green balls into rosebuds, and they were SO beautiful that it was enough to make Birdie stand still before them, his blue eyes dancing with delight and his little hands clasped tightly together.
I clapped my chubby hands for joy when I saw that the rose-bushes were covered with lovely buds.
When the children saw the trees all aglow with brilliant colors they clapped their hands and shouted for joy, and immediately began to pick great bunches to take home.
I would cling to my mother's dress as she went about her household duties, and my little hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned a great many things.
They strut about on the stage of the play like they were very famous actors.
Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?
"But," says one, "you do not mean that the students should go to work with their hands instead of their heads?"
Wash your hands and trough well.
For more than five years I maintained myself thus solely by the labor of my hands, and I found that, by working about six weeks in a year, I could meet all the expenses of living.
I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary.
My head is hands and feet.
Incessant labor with my hands, at first, for I had my house to finish and my beans to hoe at the same time, made more study impossible.
I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
With such huge and lumbering civility the country hands a chair to the city.
It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter.
They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally.
But labor of the hands, even when pursued to the verge of drudgery, is perhaps never the worst form of idleness.
I hardly ever failed, when I rambled through the village, to see a row of such worthies, either sitting on a ladder sunning themselves, with their bodies inclined forward and their eyes glancing along the line this way and that, from time to time, with a voluptuous expression, or else leaning against a barn with their hands in their pockets, like caryatides, as if to prop it up.
Most men would feel shame if caught preparing with their own hands precisely such a dinner, whether of animal or vegetable food, as is every day prepared for them by others.
The hands are coming in to boiled salt beef and cider and Indian bread.
My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.
The vivacious lilac still grows, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring.
And not only it, but the institutions upon it are plastic like clay in the hands of the potter.
After all, the practical reason why, when the power is once in the hands of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period continue, to rule, is not because they are most likely to be in the right, nor because this seems fairest to the minority, but because they are physically the strongest.
It is not a man's duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still properly have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at least, to wash his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought longer, not to give it practically his support.
Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away.
Dolokhov turned round and, again holding on with both hands, arranged himself on his seat.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
Pierre took his hands from his eyes.
He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.
Sonya could not continue, and again hid her face in her hands and in the feather bed.
He drew himself up, a smile of debonair gallantry lit up his face and as soon as the last figure of the ecossaise was ended, he clapped his hands to the musicians and shouted up to their gallery, addressing the first violin:
The princess, holding her little dog on her lap with her thin bony hands, looked attentively into Prince Vasili's eyes evidently resolved not to be the first to break silence, if she had to wait till morning.
He lay just under the icons; his large thick hands outside the quilt.
His hands were symmetrically placed on the green silk quilt, the palms downward.
The two women let go of one another, and then, as if afraid of being too late, seized each other's hands, kissing them and pulling them away, and again began kissing each other on the face, and then to Prince Andrew's surprise both began to cry and kissed again.
With his hands behind him he paced briskly from corner to corner of the room, looking straight before him and thoughtfully shaking his head.
The little princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg reminiscences and even phrases.
We had our hands full last night.
And believe me on my honour that to me personally it would be a pleasure to hand over the supreme command of the army into the hands of a better informed and more skillful general--of whom Austria has so many--and to lay down all this heavy responsibility.
Puckering up his face though smiling, and showing his short strong teeth, he began with stubby fingers of both hands to ruffle up his thick tangled black hair.
With hands and feet?
Rostov wiping his muddy hands on his breeches looked at his enemy and was about to run on, thinking that the farther he went to the front the better.
The success of the trick that had placed the Vienna bridge in the hands of the French without a fight led Murat to try to deceive Kutuzov in a similar way.
An infantryman came to the fire, squatted on his heels, held his hands to the blaze, and turned away his face.
After a brief description of the campaign and the two battles in which he had taken part, and his promotion, Nicholas said that he kissed his father's and mother's hands asking for their blessing, and that he kissed Vera, Natasha, and Petya.
I tell you he is in our hands, that's certain!
Just as in a clock, the result of the complicated motion of innumerable wheels and pulleys is merely a slow and regular movement of the hands which show the time, so the result of all the complicated human activities of 160,000 Russians and French--all their passions, desires, remorse, humiliations, sufferings, outbursts of pride, fear, and enthusiasm--was only the loss of the battle of Austerlitz, the so-called battle of the three Emperors--that is to say, a slow movement of the hand on the dial of human history.
"I wish you good luck and success, gentlemen!" he added and went out after shaking hands with Dolgorukov and Bilibin.
Kutuzov, with his uniform unbuttoned so that his fat neck bulged over his collar as if escaping, was sitting almost asleep in a low chair, with his podgy old hands resting symmetrically on its arms.
Exactly opposite Weyrother, with his glistening wide-open eyes fixed upon him and his mustache twisted upwards, sat the ruddy Miloradovich in a military pose, his elbows turned outwards, his hands on his knees, and his shoulders raised.
A sergeant of the battalion ran up and took the flag that was swaying from its weight in Prince Andrew's hands, but he was immediately killed.
"That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.'
He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the reception room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern--and he would have found that easier.
He flung down the slab, broke it, and swooping down on her with outstretched hands shouted, "Get out!" in such a terrible voice that the whole house heard it with horror.
And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
The midwife was already on her way to meet her, rubbing her small, plump white hands with an air of calm importance.
He covered his face with his hands and remained so for some minutes.
The old man too came up and kissed the waxen little hands that lay quietly crossed one on the other on her breast, and to him, too, her face seemed to say: "Ah, what have you done to me, and why?"
He laid down the seven of hearts, on which with a broken bit of chalk he had written "800 rubles" in clear upright figures; he emptied the glass of warm champagne that was handed him, smiled at Dolokhov's words, and with a sinking heart, waiting for a seven to turn up, gazed at Dolokhov's hands which held the pack.
With a sinking heart he watched Dolokhov's hands and thought, "Now then, make haste and let me have this card and I'll take my cap and drive home to supper with Denisov, Natasha, and Sonya, and will certainly never touch a card again."
Those broad, reddish hands, with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt cuffs, laid down the pack and took up a glass and a pipe that were handed him.
Rostov almost screamed lifting both hands to his head.
Dolokhov was no longer listening to stories or telling them, but followed every movement of Rostov's hands and occasionally ran his eyes over the score against him.
Rostov, leaning his head on both hands, sat at the table which was scrawled over with figures, wet with spilled wine, and littered with cards.
One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
Oh, how Rostov detested at that moment those hands with their short reddish fingers and hairy wrists, which held him in their power....
Nicholas went to her, kissed her hand, and sitting down silently at her table began to watch her hands arranging the cards.
His shriveled old hands were folded and on the finger of one of them Pierre noticed a large cast iron ring with a seal representing a death's head.
And again, glancing at the stranger's hands, he looked more closely at the ring, with its skull--a masonic sign.
"He exists, but to understand Him is hard," the Mason began again, looking not at Pierre but straight before him, and turning the leaves of his book with his old hands which from excitement he could not keep still.
The traveler, having packed his things with his practiced hands, began fastening his coat.
The Rhetor cleared his throat, crossed his gloved hands on his breast, and began to speak.
The bandage was taken off his eyes and, by the faint light of the burning spirit, Pierre, as in a dream, saw several men standing before him, wearing aprons like the Rhetor's and holding swords in their hands pointed at his breast.
And after a pause, he added: "But beware, dear brother, that these gloves do not deck hands that are unclean."
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
The look of annoyance had already disappeared from Boris' face: having evidently reflected and decided how to act, he very quietly took both Rostov's hands and led him into the next room.
Officious hands, Russian and French, immediately seized the cross and fastened it to the uniform.
With its huge ungainly limbs sprawling unsymmetrically, and its gnarled hands and fingers, it stood an aged, stern, and scornful monster among the smiling birch trees.
This was Speranski's cold, mirrorlike look, which did not allow one to penetrate to his soul, and his delicate white hands, which Prince Andrew involuntarily watched as one does watch the hands of those who possess power.
This mirrorlike gaze and those delicate hands irritated Prince Andrew, he knew not why.
I embraced him and kissed his hands, and he said, "Hast thou noticed that my face is different?"
"That's not the way, that's not the way, Sonya!" cried Natasha turning her head and clutching with both hands at her hair which the maid who was dressing it had not time to release.
Prince Andrew held her hands, looked into her eyes, and did not find in his heart his former love for her.
She went to the table, set down the tray, and with her plump white hands deftly took from it the bottles and various hors d'oeuvres and dishes and arranged them on the table.
Sonya kissed him full on the lips, and disengaging her little hands pressed them to his cheeks.
If you'll allow me to leave my Natasha in your hands for a quarter of an hour, Princess, I'll drive round to see Anna Semenovna, it's quite near in the Dogs' Square, and then I'll come back for her.
"Natalie?" he whispered inquiringly while she felt her hands being painfully pressed.
With trembling hands Natasha held that passionate love letter which Dolokhov had composed for Anatole, and as she read it she found in it an echo of all that she herself imagined she was feeling.
"I say, Balaga," said Anatole, putting his hands on the man's shoulders, "do you care for me or not?
I couldn't hold them in, my hands grew numb in the sharp frost so that I threw down the reins--'Catch hold yourself, your excellency!' says I, and I just tumbled on the bottom of the sleigh and sprawled there.
"Go!" he cried, twisting the reins round his hands, and the troyka tore down the Nikitski Boulevard.
When Gabriel came to inform her that the men who had come had run away again, she rose frowning, and clasping her hands behind her paced through the rooms a long time considering what she should do.
Natasha lying on the sofa, her head hidden in her hands, and she did not stir.
I shall die! she muttered, wrenching herself from Marya Dmitrievna's hands with a vicious effort and sinking down again into her former position.
She was evidently unable to speak and made a sign with her hands that they should leave her alone.
The king's heart is in the hands of the Lord.
This inevitability alone can explain how the cruel Arakcheev, who tore out a grenadier's mustache with his own hands, whose weak nerves rendered him unable to face danger, and who was neither an educated man nor a courtier, was able to maintain his powerful position with Alexander, whose own character was chivalrous, noble, and gentle.
"Know that if you stir up Prussia against me, I'll wipe it off the map of Europe!" he declared, his face pale and distorted by anger, and he struck one of his small hands energetically with the other.
The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and turned angrily to her husband.
Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
He was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.
Princess Mary murmured, pacing the garden with hurried steps and pressing her hands to her bosom which heaved with convulsive sobs.
And hiding her face in her hands, Princess Mary sank into the arms of the doctor, who held her up.
"The power is in your hands," Dron rejoined sadly.
Because, you will agree, chere Marie, to fall into the hands of the soldiers or of riotous peasants would be terrible.
"We are all in God's hands," said he, with a sigh.
He sighed and pressed on the bench with both hands to raise himself.
Kutuzov, his hands still pressed on the seat, glanced at him glumly.
The matter is in my hands and is clear and definite in my head.
Pierre too bent his head and let his hands fall.
"All the points of our position are in the enemy's hands and we cannot dislodge them for lack of troops, the men are running away and it is impossible to stop them," he reported.
One of the doctors came out of the tent in a bloodstained apron, holding a cigar between the thumb and little finger of one of his small bloodstained hands, so as not to smear it.
Whenever I look at my watch and its hands point to ten, I hear the bells of the neighboring church; but because the bells begin to ring when the hands of the clock reach ten, I have no right to assume that the movement of the bells is caused by the position of the hands of the watch.
I see only a coincidence of occurrences such as happens with all the phenomena of life, and I see that however much and however carefully I observe the hands of the watch, and the valves and wheels of the engine, and the oak, I shall not discover the cause of the bells ringing, the engine moving, or of the winds of spring.
Those who entered went up one by one to the field marshal; he pressed the hands of some and nodded to others.
The enchanting, middle-aged Frenchman laid his hands on her head and, as she herself afterward described it, she felt something like a fresh breeze wafted into her soul.
The abbe, a well-fed man with a plump, clean-shaven chin, a pleasant firm mouth, and white hands meekly folded on his knees, sat close to Helene and, with a subtle smile on his lips and a peaceful look of delight at her beauty, occasionally glanced at her face as he explained his opinion on the subject.
Though this news was being concealed from the inhabitants, the officials--the heads of the various government departments--knew that Moscow would soon be in the enemy's hands, just as Count Rostopchin himself knew it, and to escape personal responsibility they had all come to the governor to ask how they were to deal with their various departments.
An enormous crowd of factory hands, house serfs, and peasants, with whom some officials, seminarists, and gentry were mingled, had gone early that morning to the Three Hills.
From the anteroom Berg ran with smooth though impatient steps into the drawing room, where he embraced the count, kissed the hands of Natasha and Sonya, and hastened to inquire after "Mamma's" health.
He went along the whole length of this passage to the stairs and, frowning and rubbing his forehead with both hands, went down as far as the first landing.
'Against God's might our hands can't fight.'
The factory hands followed him.
The factory hands and others followed behind, talking and shouting.
The count ordered his carriage that he might drive to Sokolniki, and sat in his study with folded hands, morose, sallow, and taciturn.
The young man in his clattering chains stepped clumsily to the spot indicated, holding away with one finger the coat collar which chafed his neck, turned his long neck twice this way and that, sighed, and submissively folded before him his thin hands, unused to work.
Vereshchagin with a cry of horror, covering his head with his hands, rushed toward the crowd.
The tall youth, against whom he stumbled, seized his thin neck with his hands and, yelling wildly, fell with him under the feet of the pressing, struggling crowd.
Gerasim and the porter let Makar Alexeevich go, and in the now silent corridor the sound of several hands knocking at the front door could be heard.
Still smiling, the French officer spread out his hands before Gerasim's nose, intimating that he did not understand him either, and moved, limping, to the door at which Pierre was standing.
She screamed desperately and angrily and tried with her little hands to pull Pierre's hands away and to bite them with her slobbering mouth.
She had now become quiet and, clinging with her little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like some little wild animal.
He glanced through it, then read it again, and then again, and standing still in the middle of the room he raised his shoulders, stretching out his hands, with his mouth wide open and his eyes fixed.
I saw him lying on a bed," said she, making a gesture with her hand and a lifted finger at each detail, "and that he had his eyes closed and was covered just with a pink quilt, and that his hands were folded," she concluded, convincing herself that the details she had just seen were exactly what she had seen in the mirror.
The moment they laid hands on him he sprang aside in terror and clutched at Pierre.
In his hands he had something wrapped in a rag.
The needles clicked lightly in her slender, rapidly moving hands, and he could clearly see the thoughtful profile of her drooping face.
Natasha almost shouted, taking hold of both his hands with a passionate movement.
The Cossack laughingly told his comrades how he had almost fallen into the hands of the French.
Trembling and panting the old man fell into that state of fury in which he sometimes used to roll on the ground, and he fell upon Eykhen, threatening him with his hands, shouting and loading him with gross abuse.
Napoleon enters Moscow after the brilliant victory de la Moskowa; there can be no doubt about the victory for the battlefield remains in the hands of the French.
The Frenchman, having pushed his head and hands through, without raising his eyes, looked down at the shirt and examined the seams.
To strain the facts to fit the rules of history: to say that the field of battle at Borodino remained in the hands of the Russians, or that after Moscow there were other battles that destroyed Napoleon's army, is impossible.
The boy held on to the hussar with cold, red hands, and raising his eyebrows gazed about him with surprise.
The boy, thrusting his cold hands into his pockets and lifting his eyebrows, looked at Denisov in affright, but in spite of an evident desire to say all he knew gave confused answers, merely assenting to everything Denisov asked him.
Denisov did not reply; he rode up to Petya, dismounted, and with trembling hands turned toward himself the bloodstained, mud-bespattered face which had already gone white.
His sleeves were rolled up and his sinewy, hairy, red hands with their short fingers deftly turned the ramrod.
I love, love... she said, convulsively pressing her hands and setting her teeth with a desperate effort...
Mummy, my precious!... she whispered incessantly, kissing her head, her hands, her face, and feeling her own irrepressible and streaming tears tickling her nose and cheeks.
And Natasha, embracing her, began kissing her face and hands, making Princess Mary feel shy but happy by this demonstration of her feelings.
The only difference was that the Russian army moved voluntarily, with no such threat of destruction as hung over the French, and that the sick Frenchmen were left behind in enemy hands while the sick Russians left behind were among their own people.
He turns into a bird in his hands and flies away.
If he fell into my hands, when I'd caught him I'd bury him in the ground with an aspen stake to fix him down.
Terenty, when he had helped him undress and wished him good night, often lingered with his master's boots in his hands and clothes over his arm, to see whether he would not start a talk.
She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly.
Suddenly Natasha bent her head, covered her face with her hands, and began to cry.
Chance puts the Duc d'Enghien in his hands and unexpectedly causes him to kill him--thereby convincing the mob more forcibly than in any other way that he had the right, since he had the might.
Every word of Pierre's burned into his heart, and with a nervous movement of his fingers he unconsciously broke the sealing wax and quill pens his hands came upon on his uncle's table.
What I say is: 'Join hands, you who love the right, and let there be but one banner--that of active virtue.'
The man who worked most with his hands could not think so much about what he was doing, or reflect on or command what would result from the common activity; while the man who commanded more would evidently work less with his hands on account of his greater verbal activity.
His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
"I've got to go wash my hands and shuck this coat," she said.
He reached for her and she evaded his hands, playfully slapping him away.
Grabbing her hands, he pushed her back on the bed and held her down.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
Her hands were trembling and she felt sick to her stomach.
Connie threw her hands up in defeat.
The man lifted his hands gently from the trunk, and the rear wheels of the car lifted a few inches from the ground.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, her hands full of hamburger meat as she formed a patty.
Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
He grabbed her hands and forced them around his waist.
His big hands came up, grasping her wrists and pulling her forward until her armpits rested on his shoulders.
By the time he set her down safe and dry on the other side, her hands were going numb and her shoulders were aching.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
The little man looked at her closely and then took both the maiden's hands in his and shook them cordially.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
They sat in a heavy flat-bottomed boat, each holding a long, crooked rod in his hands and eagerly waiting for "a bite."
We also can't hammer nails with our hands, so we invented hammers.
Except for my hands and hair I was not badly burned.
He put his hands on the lad's head and said:--
The milkers would let me keep my hands on the cows while they milked, and I often got well switched by the cow for my curiosity.