In fact, they held a tenderness she had never seen.
Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.
His eyes held a glint of humor that never crossed his lips.
Dr. Bell gave her a down pillow, which she held against her to increase the vibrations.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
Carmen held out a hand.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
She helped Destiny into her chair and smiled thanks to Alex as he held hers.
Destiny sat on Carmen's lap and Alex held her arm while the pediatric nurse inserted an IV.
He laughed and held her above his head, his expression once again, pure adoration.
He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.
His eyes twinkled and his voice held a touch of humor.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
The three great sorrows of his life held his attention in particular: his love for a woman, his father's death, and the French invasion which had overrun half Russia.
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
Even Alex never held her so close.
He held a hand up to her and then guided her down to his lap.
I miss that and I'm not going to be held back simply because you're afraid to have me wandering around on my own.
He never looked directly at her, but the way he held back branches was indication enough that he knew she was there and was thinking of her.
She held her breath while she tugged at the window, letting it out in a sigh of relief when the sash lifted quietly.
Each still held the final pieces to the puzzle they left behind.
The single word spoken by Davis held a tone that silenced Royce like a slap to the mouth.
Finally he mounted and held a hand down to Cassie.
The top of the buggy caught the air like a parachute or an umbrella filled with wind, and held them back so that they floated downward with a gentle motion that was not so very disagreeable to bear.
To her surprise an unseen hand clutched her and held her suspended in the air.
The next moment a broad-leaved plant was jerked from the ground where it grew and held suspended in the air before the Wizard.
The wooden things wound their long arms around Zeb and the Wizard and held them fast.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
Dorothy held Eureka in her arms and bade her friends a fond good-bye.
The feast was held in the grandest room of the palace.
But it held a beautiful golden tripod that was worth more than a thousand fishes.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
With fifteen thousand men I held the enemy at bay for thirty-five hours and beat him; but he would not hold out even for fourteen hours.
And hiding her face in her hands, Princess Mary sank into the arms of the doctor, who held her up.
In the village, outside the drink shop, another meeting was being held, which decided that the horses should be driven out into the woods and the carts should not be provided.
With wide-open eyes she gazed at the moonlight and the shadows, expecting every moment to see his dead face, and she felt that the silence brooding over the house and within it held her fast.
"I had the pleasure," replied Prince Andrew, "not only of taking part in the retreat but of losing in that retreat all I held dear--not to mention the estate and home of my birth--my father, who died of grief.
At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding road led out of the town past the cathedral on the right, where a service was being held and the bells were ringing, Pierre got out of his vehicle and proceeded on foot.
The wounded, bandaged with rags, with pale cheeks, compressed lips, and knitted brows, held on to the sides of the carts as they were jolted against one another.
Others held their ground and continued to fire.
"But you see what he writes..." said another, pointing to a printed sheet he held in his hand.
He felt that everything was now at an end, all was in confusion and crumbling to pieces, that nobody was right or wrong, the future held nothing, and there was no escape from this position.