This boy, with an instinct that came from beyond wisdom, had touched the truth about her.

At last the boy cautiously reached out a hand and touched the spot.

He was so close the boys could have touched him.

The boy was touching his leg, trying to say something.

The boy went to a big block of wood and touched it.

The boy looked up and touched one of the electrodes.

In the line, one boy reached out and touched Queen's arm, just for a second.

Not a boy but the hand of time touched Bedivere, and he was only just feeling it.

Only the boy touched none of the food, though he sat with them.

The boy he remembers would not even have touched them without asking.