While the rest of the body dwindled, the hands would grow larger.

I felt my hands grow cold and damp, for he had meant me to understand.

The hands she clasped had grown cold and then too hot.

I've seen this before, Catherine thought, her hands growing cold.

What was disclosed did tend to show that a hot hand sometimes grows cold.

Her music was so beautiful that his hand grew again from the stump.

His hand grew still on the back of the chair.

My hands grew cold as I began to get hits.

His hands were growing bolder, and she pulled him down to her.

His own hands grew less steady the farther he went.