Fingers

Examples

• His walk was soft; his voice was melancholy; his long lanky fingers were hooked like claws. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• He showed four fingers. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• She raised her eyes to my face, on being thus addressed, and her fingers plied their work, and she looked at me with an unmoved countenance. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• I sat down in the vacant chair--gently unclasped the poor, worn, restless fingers, and took both her hands in mine. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Anselmo came out of the mouth of the cave with a deep stone basin full of red wine and with his fingers through the handles of three cups. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• With this, Mr. Price snapped his fingers contemptuously, and rang the bell. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Their bodies were smaller and lighter in color, and their fingers and toes bore the rudiments of nails, which were entirely lacking among the males. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• How would he blush in presence of the man with fingers on his elbow? Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Her fingers had him under their power. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Laughing and chattering like the idiot I was fast becoming I fell upon his prostrate form my fingers feeling for his dead throat. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• Holmes's cold, thin fingers closed round my wrist and led me forward down a long hall, until I dimly saw the murky fanlight over the door. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• She was watching the fingers twitch across the eternal, mechanical, monotonous clock-face of time. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• This is indeed, he continued, as he looked at the flimsy texture and slender fingers, a slight and frail gage for a purpose so deadly! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• And there, on the margin of the page, were the partially blurred imprints of four wee fingers and the outer half of the thumb. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• After a time he brought the mass to Edison, and said: There's something wrong about this, for it crumbles even after manipulating it with my fingers. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• It was a slight, sir, a public slight, said Lord St. Simon, tapping his fingers upon the table. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Her fingers and mine can never be strangers more. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Her fingers went over the mould of his face, over his features. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Group impressions are also taken with the four fingers of each hand pressed down simultaneously. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• I was beginning to remind her that to-day was Wednesday, when she checked me with her former impatient movement of the fingers of her right hand. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• He was at Larcher's sale, but I knew nothing of him then--he slipped through my fingers--was after Bulstrode, no doubt. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• She put out her hand—a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• The pen dropped from Darnay's fingers on the table, and he looked about him vacantly. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• My fingers wait your orders. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
• I could see in the action of Estella's fingers as they worked that she attended to what I said; but she did not look up. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• SIR,--To travel fifty-two miles this bad weather, merely to see a man, with only the given number of legs, arms, fingers, &c. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Young John looked hard at him, biting his fingers. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Those fingers whose attenuation it gave pain to see were now relaxed in sleep. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He gave me two fingers to shake when he arrived after ten years' absence! William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• If I sit here thinking of him, snarls the old man, holding up his impotent ten fingers, I want to strangle him now. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.

Edited by Augustus