Clutched

Examples

• I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of my youth and friend of my soul. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• She shut her eyes as it passed, and clutched at Archer's hand. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• I still held on to the leg of the table, but clutched it now with the fervor of gratitude. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• You then-- Ryder threw himself down suddenly upon the rug and clutched at my companion's knees. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• One piercing scream escaped her lips as the brute hand clutched her arm. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• Her hands clutched his limbs, his muscles, going over him spasmodically. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• He clutched her hand to detain her. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• The fingers which clutched me were quivering. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Birkin remembered how once Gerald had clutched his hand, with a warm, momentaneous grip of final love. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• She caught at Frederick's arm, and clutched it tight, while a stern thought compressed her brows, and caused her to set her teeth. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• He was still jogging about the room, with the purse clutched in his hand, when a great cheering arose in the yard. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• With a shriek of joy our client clutched it up. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• The other dived down the hole, and I heard the sound of rending cloth as Jones clutched at his skirts. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Our visitor staggered to his feet and clutched the mantelpiece with his right hand. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Then I too with the boy still tightly clutched in my arms pitched backward into the black abyss. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• She clutched hold of the mask and breathed short and deep, pantingly, making the respirator click. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• I clutched Holmes's arm, and pointed upward. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• I bounded forward, and clutched her by the arm. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.

Editor: Nita