It may be that the hand of the Lord is in this.
Still, the feel of his hand was reassuring.
He held them in his hand, and showed them to the boy.
On the other hand, Alex exuded confidence.
"Someone must have spiked my punch," he said, running a hand through his hair.
The prince slapped his hand on the table.
Then hand to the governor in person a letter about the deed.
He waved a thorny hand and at once the tinkling of bells was heard, playing sweet music.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Finally, you are making money hand over fist manufacturing the C2000.
He moved his hand over her hair.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
Alpatych repeated, withdrawing his hand from his bosom and solemnly pointing to the floor at Dron's feet.
His hand squeezed her waist.
She pulled her hand back, her face growing warmer.
His hand tightened on her waist.
He ran a hand through his hair.
I let her hold a shell in her hand, and feel the chicken "chip, chip."
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
Everyone, by contrast, would kiss the hand that fed them, regardless of how bloody it was.
A warm hand rested on her waist.
Here is my hand on it.
She smiled up at him as his hand found her waist.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
He put his hand in his pocket, and was surprised to find the gold pieces wrapped in his mother's letter.
She took his hand and kissed it.
Carmen said, grabbing her hand and kissing the chubby little fingers.
He took Carmen by the hand and leaned close to her ear.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
When a Christmas waltz began, a warm hand gripped her elbow.
Finally he put a hand on the wall on each side of her head.
She clenched her hand and held it tight against her mouth so no sound would escape.
Carmen accepted the outstretched hand and placed a foot in the vacated stirrup.
She waved a hand at the house and leaned toward Carmen.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
When she left the dining-room, she took my hand and patted it.
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.
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
On the other hand, when the issue finally came to a head, she would have been in the middle of it all anyway.
Carmen took the picture from her hand and studied it.
Alex put a hand on her shoulder.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
A strong hand shot out and grasped her arm.
I have my horizon bounded by woods all to myself; a distant view of the railroad where it touches the pond on the one hand, and of the fence which skirts the woodland road on the other.
On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
He took the glass from her hand and sipped it.
When Alex lowered her to the ground, she jerked her hand free and marched off to the house.
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.
In 1796, he extracted fluid from the pox on the hand of a dairymaid named Sarah Nelmes—who had caught the condition from her cow Blossom—and injected the fluid into a cut in eight-year-old James Phipps's arm.
His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.
With his lighted lantern in his hand, he went up and down the rough hills calling for his lambs.
Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
From the beginning of my education Miss Sullivan made it a practice to speak to me as she would speak to any hearing child; the only difference was that she spelled the sentences into my hand instead of speaking them.
Few know what joy it is to feel the roses pressing softly into the hand, or the beautiful motion of the lilies as they sway in the morning breeze.
The large, downy peaches would reach themselves into my hand, and as the joyous breezes flew about the trees the apples tumbled at my feet.
It was great fun to plunge my hand into the bowl and feel the tadpoles frisk about, and to let them slip and slide between my fingers.
The position of the hand is as easy to feel as it is to see.
In spite of the lapse of years, they seem so close to me that I should not think it strange if at any moment they should clasp my hand and speak words of endearment as they used to before they went away.
She reads the lips well, and if she cannot understand a phrase, her friends write it in her hand, and in this way she converses with strangers.
If I refuse to talk to her, she spells into her own hand, and apparently carries on the liveliest conversation with herself.
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.
He twitched her hand, and his brows and lips quivered angrily.
They circled the room twice before a hand reached up and tapped Alex on the shoulder.
Alex captured her hand and forced her to drop the potatoes.
Nina waved a hand modestly.
Alex laid a hand on her arm.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
She pushed away from Alex, removing her hand from her mouth.
On the other hand, maybe he was simply surprised that Alondra would want such a tame life.
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.
She put a hand to her mouth and glanced around for something to be sick in.
On the other hand, Katie had flatly refused to provide some information because she said Alex wouldn't want her to tell.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
To her surprise an unseen hand clutched her and held her suspended in the air.
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.
Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow.
With one hand the little boy clung to his sister's arm, and with the other he held his primer.
Soon, with the gun in one hand, he crept back into the cave.
As he came nearer he saw that the boy held a charred stick in his hand, with which he was drawing something on a flat rock.
The pictures were painted by hand, and some of them were very beautiful.
For instance, I could hand carve bird calls and then advertise them only to people who are looking at online content about hand-carved bird calls or who search the Internet for information about hand-carved bird calls.
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."
Many of them were so tame that they would eat from my hand and let me feel them.
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.
Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into the center of the room.
His warm hand on her waist was reassuring.
Señor Medena took her elbow in his hand and led her down the hall.
If, on the other hand, they want self-sufficiency in agriculture, then farm subsidies in other countries are bad for them.
On the other hand, maybe he was hiding from something besides the responsibility of the ranch.
The gardener put his hand under his cloak and drew out the very bag that the merchant had lost.
If you were a scientist in Salk's time, you did calculations by hand and wrote observations in notebooks.
On the other hand, if you take the forty richest countries, each person earns on average around $33,000.
Well, on the one hand, you would be kind of cheesed-off.
Structural famine exists when enough food is technically on hand or able to be imported, but some portion of the population is economically separated from it.
The farmers, with these contracts in hand, can plant aggressively knowing they have a ready buyer at a fixed price.
Some one was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout.
As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly.
When I learned that there was a gift for each child, I was delighted, and the kind people who had prepared the tree permitted me to hand the presents to the children.
I cannot make out anything written in my hand, so you see, Ragnhild has got ahead of me in some things.
I may be affected by a theatrical exhibition; on the other hand, I may not be affected by an actual event which appears to concern me much more.
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
She took a sheet of paper and her hand moved rapidly over it.
Rostov thrust the purse under the pillow and shook the damp little hand which was offered him.
"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.
Leaning forward, she lifted his chin with her other hand and kissed his lips.
A strong hand grabbed Carmen's arm as the band started another song.
Carmen turned and lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
Alex patiently consoled and distracted her while the nurse taped a padded board to her hand and wrist so she couldn't move it.
Andrew threw out his hand and received an ugly gash across the knuckles.
Here is my hand to kiss.
One can almost picture him, sandwich in hand, slack-jawed in surprise.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!" she muttered, and lifting her dress with one hand she went up to her husband and kissed him on the forehead.
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.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
He kissed her hand.
Alex held out a hand.
She squeezed Alex's hand.
Carmen held out a hand.
Carmen grabbed a napkin and began wiping the mashed potatoes from her hand.
"You're supposed to eat with a spoon or a fork," she instructed calmly as she finished wiping the little hand.
He put a spoon in her hand.
She still held Jonathan's hand.
Finally he bowed over her hand.
The dance ended and he released her, bending over her hand.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
Carmen stood and took Destiny's hand.
She smiled, stroking his arm with her hand.
Katie glanced up from the potato in her hand.
Carmen waved a hand.
Katie shrugged her shoulders and focused on cutting an eye from the potato in her hand.
Katie stared at the potato in her hand.
Carmen sat one side of the bed and Alex on the other, each holding a tiny hand.
He lifted his hand and displayed a doll to Destiny.
Felipa waved a hand in dismissal.
Felipa put a hand on her arm.
On the other hand, Alex needed to be in a position where he was forced to actually talk to his father.
He moved closer, taking the pillow from her hand.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
He held a hand up to her and then guided her down to his lap.
Carmen climbed off Alex's lap and took Destiny's soft little hand in hers.
They moved around the room; her head on his shoulder, her hand in his.
On the other hand, if he lost them, she would be sharing the loss of lifestyle.
Alex reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
He squeezed her hand and his voice sounded constricted.
He lifted her hand and kissed it.
He nodded, taking her hand and guiding her up out of the chair.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
Lathum waved a hand in dismissal, his mind already firmly entrenched in another project.
He walked away with his clipboard in hand, barking some orders at another officer.
A hand gently pushed her forward.
His other hand removed the radio from his belt.
She jumped up, pushing them all away, darting for the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.
Fingers caressed her hand gently and then slipped over her palm.
She opened her eyes... but it wasn't Nick holding her hand.
He was still holding her hand when Len entered the room.
Howard dropped her hand like it was a hot coal.
She closed her eyes and said another prayer before she clamped a sweaty hand around the cold door handle.
Cupping a hand to her mouth, she turned away from him.
He stuck out a big hand.
His big hand engulfed hers gently, yet his grip was strong.
Abruptly, he dropped her hand and turned away, marching off to his car.
She swung her legs around and firmly planted her feet on the ground before accepting the hand he offered.
He released her hand, but his eyes still held hers in a hypnotic trance that made her think of Dracula.
The furnishings were of a dark wood, possibly cherry, with hand carved designs.
Paintings hung on every wall and expensive looking pottery lamps with hand painted shades gave the room a warm glow.
Lisa stared at the phone, her hand on the receiver.
Her hand hung over the phone a minute as she fought with the urge to call Howard.
She put a gentle hand on Lisa's shoulder.
Sarah waved a hand at Lisa, watching Giddon intently.
"No, you go ahead," Sarah interrupted with another wave of the hand.
He indicated the space behind him with a wave of a hand.
She stared at his broad back, testing a hand full of his Jacket gingerly.
On the other hand, if he wanted to harm her, he might snatch the stick from her and use it as a weapon against her.
A strong hand gripped her shoulder.
She lifted her hand to slap him again.
She jerked her wrist from his hand and turned away, thankful at least for the warning.
She knocked his hand away and headed for the house in a stiff jointed hobble.
She glanced at the photo in his hand.
Finally he took the cup of coffee from her hand and nodded.
On the other hand, putting up with his volatile moods wouldn't be exactly easy.
Giddon rolled his eyes and waved a hand.
He waved a hand as if to brush her inquest off.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his big hand and studied it.
Her hair sparkled in the sunlight against the dark tan of his hand.
On the other hand, who wanted the odors of animals drifting through their house all the time?
She smiled and waved a hand in dismissal.
His grip on her arm loosened and she stiffened as his hand slid up to her throat.
She felt an unwelcome rush of excitement and reached to push his hand from her hair.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
His hand dropped from her arm and she opened the door.
Giddon was obviously watching her, so calling on her telephone might be tipping her hand.
She glanced down at the sealed envelope in her hand.
With the note in her hand, she opened the door slightly and peeked out.
On the other hand, if Sarah was telling the truth, there was another side to Giddon - a loyal brother.
She put the offending foot on the ground, tentatively applying a little weight, clamping a hand over her mouth to stop the cry of pain.
His expression was sober as he placed a hand on the counter on each side of her.
He took Tammy's tiny hand in his.
Lisa put up a hand as Yancey started toward her.
Lisa reached for Tammy's hand.
On the other hand, she hadn't asked Len to look into Yancey's past.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
He chuckled softly as he pulled her closer, his hand gently caressing her back.
Most of the boys she dated would never have thought of practicing the age-old custom of walking around the car to open her door, or guiding her through the crowd with a gentle hand on one elbow.
"It was nice, wasn't it?" he answered, reaching for her hand.
His lips brushed the top of her hand lightly.
She felt disappointed when he released her hand and dug in his pocket for the house key.
He glanced at the bottle in her hand and lifted an eyebrow "Spin the bottle?"
She snatched the envelope from his hand.
He motioned to Lisa with a quick beaconing of the hand.
On the other hand, hadn't she put that idea into his head last night?
Connie patted her hand.
Sarah put a hand to her mouth.
He put a hand on either side of her.
She stopped suddenly, grasping the tree with one hand.
He leaned forward, his hand finding her waist, and drew her toward him.
She twisted away from his hand.
Instantly the hand dropped and he turned back down the trail, speaking over his shoulder.
She slapped his hand and clutched her robe closer.
His eyes were dancing with amusement as he used one hand to jerk the towel free and expose cut-off blue jeans.
A hand touched her arm and she turned to find Nick standing there.
The fingers of one hand clutched her throat, while the other warded off her blows.
Jerking away from him, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Wiping tears from her eyes with her hand, she failed to suppress a sob.
He offered a hand and Len accepted it.
Leaning forward she reached up with one hand and cupped the back of his neck.
She clamped a hand over her mouth and gasped in horror.
He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the can in his hand.
She lifted the tiny hand and kissed it, tears filling her eyes again.
She gently replaced the hand and pulled the covers up.
She brushed his hand away and went to her door.
Lisa clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes burning with tears.
Yancey lifted the telephone from her hand.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
One hand gracefully held the folds of her dress and the other brushed a wayward curl from her forehead.
I've got to hand it to you Len; I had it figured completely different.
Quint took her hand.
One hand shot out in an instinctive search for anything to stop her fall.
Her fingertips touched something and she grabbed a hand full of Brandon's shirt.
He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.
She increased her pace, but a hand grabbed her arm.
He paused with his hand on the ignition key and glanced at her.
As they climbed out of the car, a screen door squealed on the front porch and a short stocky man emerged, running a hand through graying hair.
Now get over here and I'll give you a hand up.
A strong hand clamped on her arm.
He dropped a hand to her knee.
She turned her head and stared across the pasture, acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on her leg.
Without intending to do so, her gaze fell to his hand on her knee.
He took the cup from her hand.
Back at the apartment, he paused at the door, key in hand.
She gently tugged her wrist from his hand, searching in her purse for the keys to the apartment.
Rachel waved a hand and made a face.
Brandon, on the other hand, was stoic.
He paused with a shirt in his hand, his expression surprised.
Have you had any luck finding a ranch hand?
Maybe sometime she'll feel comfortable with having a hired hand around - or maybe she'll get married again.
"Thank you for your time," Adrienne said as she stood and shook Miss Clara's hand.
He waved a hand.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
He squeezed her hand.
Did some man deal you a lousy hand?
Sure, 'til someone snatches that whip out of your hand and gives you the spankin' you've been asking for.
If any one of you lays a hand on her, you'll be answering to me.
She dashed them away with the back of her hand.
She patted the handle of her whip with one hand and caressed the stock of her rifle with the other.
He dropped the sticky pouch in her hand.
Pete clamped a claw-like hand on her shoulder.
She ran her hand down his sleek neck and hugged him.
He winced and she put a hand on his arm.
Under other circumstances, she might have enjoyed having the upper hand, but right now she didn't feel much like playing games.
Bordeaux took her elbow in his hand and ceremoniously led her to the wagon.
She stiffened as he stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on each of her shoulders.
With lightning speed, he caught the end of the whip in his hand and jerked violently, catching her off balance and pulling her off her feet.
She hit the soft sand and he was instantly on top of her, wrestling the whip from her hand.
His strong fingers pried the whip from her hand and he tossed it away.
The words were spoken softly, but the gun in Davis' hand was convincing.
He shrugged and offered her a hand up to the wagon seat.
His hand dropped to his side and his eyes flashed with anger.
He rested a comforting hand on her shoulder as he joined her vigil.
On the other hand, if you abandoned the wagons and rode the mules, you might be able to keep ahead of the Indians.
A gentle hand on her shoulder shook her awake.
She stumbled up the dune behind him and stopped when he held out a hand.
Bordeaux took her hand in his and she gazed up into his solemn features.
She took the tin from his hand and opened its hinged lid.
He cupped his hand to her ear so she could hear over the howl of the rising wind.
He pulled her close again, kissing her lips while one hand fumbled with the buttons on her pants.
He ran a hand through his hair and clamped his hat on his head.
He stopped and lifted a hand to silence her.
He covered her hand with his.
As they walked back down the dune, she dragged her hand in a wavy line, trying to obliterate their tracks.
She jerked her hand away from the sand and stared up at him, a lump forming in her throat.
He moved close and pressed some meat into her hand.
Bordeaux clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak.
He removed his hand and they moved back against the rock wall of lava that swirled over them.
Her hand touched something sticky and she lifted it to find blood.
Bordeaux cupped a hand over its muzzle, silencing the horse.
He took her hand and led her across the camp, heading for a jumble of rocks.
A strong hand gripped her arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
Finally he mounted and held a hand down to Cassie.
After she dressed, she stood before the mirror with the flower in her hand.
With a trembling hand, she lifted the flower and tucked it behind her right ear.
Bordeaux lifted her chin in his hand.
The woman stuck out her hand.
Darcie dropped her hand, her face flushing.
He turned to one of the men standing around the stage office and indicated Darcie with a wave of his hand.
She cupped Tammy's chin in her hand.
Grasping the break with one hand, she met his amused gaze.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
On the other hand, maybe it's a good way to avoid trouble.
A strong hand gripped her elbow.
His hand pressed down on her shoulder.
Languidly lifting a hand, she shaded her eyes and smiled at him.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
He watched her thoughtfully, running a hand across his mouth absently.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
He lifted a hand and shook his head.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his hand.
She tugged the curl from his hand and turned to the old piano as a diversion tactic.
Cynthia offered a hand to Carl and he accepted it cordially.
He winked and made the OK hand sign.
She lifted a hand to her head and her knees started to buckle.
She swung hard and her open hand cracked against his face.
Tears stung her eyes as she brought her hand around and struck his other cheek with a ringing blow.
He grabbed her hand.
She jerked her hand free and darted past the wide-eyed Claudette - up the stairs and into the safety of her room.
Cade was standing in the doorway, coffee mug in hand.
Dark splotches hindered her vision and she paused, planting a hand firmly on the counter for support.
You don't have to wait on me hand and foot, you know.
The lamp beside her bed was on and he had a sack in one hand.
In his hand he held a bowl of ice cream, and his eyes held a welcome spark of humor.
Mary strode down the path toward them, a hand shielding the sun from her eyes.
He drew his mount to a halt beside her and kicked one foot free of the stirrup, offering a hand up.
Wasting no time, she jabbed her left foot in the stirrup and lifted her hand to be swallowed in his.
Tiny drops of rain spattered their faces as she took his hand again and dismounted.
She stretched and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to Cade - thinking of his warm touch on the palm of her hand.
His hand moved down her side to her waist and then down to her leg, caressing the back of her knee in a delightful way.
A shadow fell over her and she turned into the sun, shading her eyes with a gloved hand.
He squatted and took some of the freshly dug soil in his hand, crushing the lumps and letting the dust run through his fingers.
His hand still held her arm captive.
She reached for the door with the other hand.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
She delicately plucked the kitten from his hand and cuddled it against her cheek.
Finally he reached out his hand.
He reached out, gently slipping a hand behind her neck.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
You have to tie the bales by hand, though.
She ran her hand over the smooth clean surface of the baler.
He rolled his eyes and hit the side of his head with the heel of his hand.
He colored and looked away, dropping his hand.
His hand covered hers and he took it in his, kissing it tenderly.
He gripped her hand and pulled her close.
His hand stroked her hair.
He frowned at her hand.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
In the old days there was a hand pump in the kitchen and no hot water you didn't boil yourself.
I put my hand over her mouth.
I held out my hand; nothing.
I tried to touch a hand rail next to me, but I just passed through it!
I reached for the door, but my hand passed through it.
Quinn, surprised we were still clinging to our project, slumped down in an easy chair, journals in hand.
Betsy took his hand and we moved further down the sidewalk.
"There was a hand rail along the sidewalk here," he said.
It's where I tried to grab it and my hand passed right through it.
Howie's hand shook as he raised his coffee cup.
Betsy took his hand in hers.
I can't think straight without a bottle on the table and a drink in my hand.
Quinn shouted before Martha put a restraining hand on his arm.
Martha raised her hand in a sign of peace.
Martha rose and reached for Betsy's hand.
Martha took her cousin's hand.
I grabbed my wife's hand and the tape recorder and left before anyone could object.
I hung up, my hand still shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
He shook my hand.
With sandwich in hand she went back on line and located a missing girl.
My wife and I stopped at a closed filling station in Connecticut and with Martha's notes in hand I attempted to phone the authorities.
He watched a man and woman grab Eric when he went to the bathroom and with her hand over the boy's mouth, push him into a car.
Give Daniel Brennan a free hand and we'll both have what we want.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
She glided over to Howie's side and grasped his hand while he maintained a nervous smile.
Julie gave Howie's hand a tug.
The conversation was getting out of hand.
He began pounding his fist into his hand.
Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.
My hand was shaking.
Have you ever seen a murder first hand, someone being butchered before your eyes?
Need a hand with the barbeque, Howie?
Bumpus sat near the two, acting like a protector and getting free hand pats for his reward.
I tried to think how I'd make such a request without getting Merrill Cooms' right hand man in trouble.
My wife thought he should go or Howie should simply kiss his mother's hand, give an excuse of pressing business, and come back east.
Betsy returned, holding Molly's hand, sans Julie who was back at Howie's house packing her suitcase.
Molly started to bite her lip and I thought tears would follow but Betsy grabbed her hand.
She returned in an instant, glass in hand.
She turned abruptly and pulling my head with one hand, kissed me hard on the mouth while her other hand groped between my legs!
She tried to put my hand on her breast.
She sat down and took my hand.
Unnoticed, Betsy stood in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in her hand, munching away.
I put my hand over the receiver and looked up.
She took Molly's hand and led her to a corner chair.
Martha returned with a pile of diapers in hand.
I picked up the phone for my next chore as Betsy, with Molly in hand, peeked in my office.
Did I trust this man I'd never met, enough to hand over all our identities?
I took her hand.
Stand up there holding Julie's hand.
"My throat's... slit," I gurgled as I reached up my hand and felt a sticky mess.
"Ribs," I said, putting my hand to my side."
"God, you scared me!" were her first words as she came to the bed and clutched my hand as tears rolled down her cheeks.
He breaks in anyway, with a knife in his hand.
Ben, this entire business has gotten out of hand.
I could see Quinn's hand in the decision, far more than Martha's.
The next morning Molly beat us awake by enough time for her to make oatmeal and toast and hand deliver it to our bed.
Betsy opened her purse and complied before reaching back and taking Molly's hand.
"My name's Ben," I said extending my hand.
He held up his hand in a stopping gesture.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
Still holding her hand, she walked Molly the rest of the way down the stairs.
The spokesman held out his hand for the fifty.
I turned my head but he simply gave a wave of his hand.
After the service and obligatory greetings, hand shakings and pats-on-the-back, Willard and I returned to his office.
I tried my hand at getting him back on track.
It's only a matter of time before the hand of the law is laid upon us.
As long as I had the phone in my hand, I dialed Dan Brennan.
I had my hand on the door handle but instead asked our driver to follow it.
He reached his hand back toward his gun and I released my grip like a hot fry pan.
"Yes, and the assailant too," I shook his hand and tried to calm my voice so I didn't sound like stammering fool, "He's a serial killer.
Detective came up to us, his phone in hand.
It wasn't the first time and they had the situation in hand.
Grasso no longer hid the knife he carried in his right hand as they moved nearly out of range to a dark, windowless van.
Grasso lifted Molly by her waist band with one hand and literally tossed her into the van before slamming it shut.
I grasped a large hammer in my hand while Molly cowered in a corner at my direction.
But you, on the other hand.
She waved her hand behind her.
When we were not working, we held hand constantly.
First it was enough for a hand, but nothing but dust was within reach.
The second man's hand clamped on the first man's shoulder.
The Watcher's hand fell away, and his gaze went to the dark side of the bay, where the little girl was already fast asleep.
She planted her hand on his forehead, coolness flowing through her.
She couldn't focus on anything farther away than her hand, and looking at her hand made her cry.
He took her other with a rough hand and nodded in approval at the healed scars.
She sighed and picked up his hand, placing it on her head.
He stepped forward, taking the scissors from her in one hand and one of her wrists in the other.
His hand grazed her as he reached around her for a set of keys she hadn't noticed on the counter.
Dusty resisted the urge to draw his hand cannon from the small of his back.
The vamp's head exploded with the first shot of his hand cannon, the bullet missing Bianca by a couple inches.
He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his hand against the soft skin of her exposed thigh, admiring her body.
He looked her over, enjoying the view, and rested his hand on her warm stomach.
His hand remained on her hip until she shivered again.
She, on the other hand, was living a Stephen King novel in the clutches of a mass murderer.
He peeled off a glove to display a hand as scarred as his face.
She took his hand and turned it over.
The scars ran all the way through his hand, as if it had been chopped up and put back together.
Darian held up his hand and stared at it.
"I'm sorry, Darian, maybe I shouldn't have done that," she said, resting her hand on his arm.
His hand went to the back of his head, and he grimaced.
He held out his hand.
She hesitated before taking his hand.
"No!" he snapped and pushed her hand away.
She cracked the door to squeeze her hand in the space as well as to tell the other driver not to worry about the car.
A smile escaped despite Jenn's wariness, and the model held out a manicured hand.
He took her hand and led her out of the barracks through the back door and into the main house.
Sofia gave a faint smile and held out her hand, palm up.
Just place your hand on top of mine.
She sat next to him and propped her chin on one hand, gazing at him.
He touched her face, and she took his hand in both of hers.
He held out his hand to Talon, who plunked a gun into it.
Her hand trembled as she touched him.
The devil reached over to Darian, placing a hand on his red forehead.
He held up a hand, fascinated to see through it to the car parked in front of him.
I put my hand on them and I wait for their body to tell me what's wrong.
Her hand went to her phone.
"Hand it over, or I'll break you in half then feed you to Talon," he ordered.
He clamped a hand around the back of her neck and yanked her to her feet.
He held out a hand.
Heart quickening, she crossed to him and accepted his hand.
Dusty held out a hand.
He stayed his urge to unleash the hand cannons on them all and stood stiffly.
Her hand went to her throat, where Dusty's necklace dangled.
Several times she'd thought Dusty had the upper hand and could've killed the leering vamp, and several times, he'd stopped, once with a glance at his watch.
Across the room, Darian shifted closer to the battle, one hand rubbing the back of his head.
He dropped her hand and started back to the hall.
He held out his hand, and she deposited a small trinket in it.
He almost dropped the orb in his hand.
Dusty took her hand, his other pulling his remaining knife free.
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