Daylight picked the ace from his hand
and tossed it over alongside MacDonald's ace, saying:-
But why don't you get a woman's hand
and heart, Dr.
Maud's footsteps were very near as his hand
fluttered for the last time and my throat was released.
He took his hand
from hers, and turned that wrist up on the table.
They tore at each others' eyes and ears with their hands
and with their gleaming tusks repeatedly slashed and gored until both were cut fairly to ribbons from head to foot.
'Look at him,' cries Jasper, stretching out his hand
admiringly and tenderly, though rallyingly too.
"But it tires the hand
unnecessarily," whispered Raoul.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand
in the hollow of the left, and then the knuckles of the left hand
in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand
across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment's intermission.
The child's hand
was pointing southward, along the road that led to London.
A man's hand
reached over a canoe-side and dragged him in by the scruff of the neck, and, although he snarled and struggled to bite his rescuer, he was not so much enraged as was he torn by the wildest solicitude for Skipper.
Bring the boy here; thou shalt bid him farewell, then thou shalt slay him with thine own hand
ere thou thyself art slain; it will be good sport to see."
He lit it and, distracted by observing those around him, began crossing himself with the hand
that held the taper.
The governor lowered the staff, and as he did so the old man who had the stick handed
it to the other old man to hold for him while he swore, as if he found it in his way; and then laid his hand
on the cross of the staff, saying that it was true the ten crowns that were demanded of him had been lent him; but that he had with his own hand
given them back into the hand
of the other, and that he, not recollecting it, was always asking for them.
He twisted his arm, rolled the biceps over with his other hand
, and gazed underneath where he was least touched by the sun.
It is my poverty that my hand
never ceaseth bestowing; it is mine envy that I see waiting eyes and the brightened nights of longing.