In the hands held high above his head he had the book.

For a moment she almost did, but the cold hand of common sense held her back.

To begin with, he wanted to have his hand held.

His right hand was holding the key all the while.

She turned to go, but a hand reached down and held her still.

It was like they had no hands to hold the camera.

"We both know the only thing your hand can hold."

She started to pull back, but his hands held her still.

The hands holding his left arm were gone, and then the others.

But she didn't close her eyes, and the hand holding the gun was very still.