The story of Wing Biddlebaum's hands
is worth a book in itself.
It's not a question of shooting with the right hand
or the left; it's a question of holding one of your hands
as though you were going to pull the trigger of a pistol with your arm bent.
With the tears streaming down her face, she put her two hands
to her lips, and kissed them to him; then clasped them on her breast, as if she laid his ruined head there.
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 the leader of the men was an old captain of Chaka's, who had fought under him in many battles, but whose service was done, because his right hand
had been shorn away by the blow of an axe.
The bulkheads, all painted in clear white and beaded round with gilt, bore a pattern of dirty hands
In the midst of the service the voices of the priests suddenly ceased, they whispered to one another, and the old servant who was holding the count's hand
got up and said something to the ladies.
Next, two men, one apparently a farm labourer, and the other a tailor, for he had a pair of shears in his hand
, presented themselves before him, and the tailor said, "Senor governor, this labourer and I come before your worship by reason of this honest man coming to my shop yesterday (for saving everybody's presence I'm a passed tailor, God be thanked), and putting a piece of cloth into my hands
and asking me, 'Senor, will there be enough in this cloth to make me a cap?
He was a fool; he had been made drunken by a woman's face and by a woman's soft, white hands
He who ever bestoweth is in danger of losing his shame; to him who ever dispenseth, the hand
and heart become callous by very dispensing.
Idomeneus meanwhile smote Oenomaus in the middle of his belly, and broke the plate of his corslet, whereon his bowels came gushing out and he clutched the earth in the palms of his hands
as he fell sprawling in the dust.
It was at this stage that the players sat up and knew beyond peradventure that big hands
don't shake, and yer eyes don't look as if ye was tryin' ter hold back the Angel o' Death himself, when you're jest doin' yer DUTY, Mr.
My bruised and swollen hands
could no longer close on the oar handles.
After having my hands
in it for only a few minutes, my fingers felt like eels, and began, as it were, to serpentine and spiralize.