1 I clasped my arm about her waist.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 62. A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY 2 Men groaned, and clasped their hands; women shrieked, and turned away their faces.
3 She would clasp me round the neck and laugh, the while, as if I did it for a wager.
4 She raised her eyes, and clasped her hands, and looked as beautiful and true, I thought, as any Spirit.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 45. MR. DICK FULFILS MY AUNT'S PREDICTIONS 5 Her hands were clasped upon my shoulder, and her chin rested on them, and her blue eyes looked quietly into mine.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 44. OUR HOUSEKEEPING 6 They pretend that Sophy has a lock of it in her desk, and is obliged to shut it in a clasped book, to keep it down.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 41. DORA'S AUNTS 7 I saw her stand where he had left her, like a statue; and then bend down her head, and clasp her hands, and weep, I cannot say how sorrowfully.
8 The face he turned up to the troubled sky, the quivering of his clasped hands, the agony of his figure, remain associated with the lonely waste, in my remembrance, to this hour.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 31. A GREATER LOSS 9 No attempt at defiance being made, however, her face gradually relaxed, and became so pleasant, that I was emboldened to kiss and thank her; which I did with great heartiness, and with both my arms clasped round her neck.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 14. MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND ABOUT ME 10 That Mrs. Steerforth might not be induced to look behind her, and read, plainly written, what she was not yet prepared to know, I met her look quickly; but I had seen Rosa Dartle throw her hands up in the air with vehemence of despair and horror, and then clasp them on her face.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 56. THE NEW WOUND, AND THE OLD 11 Of our kneeling down together, side by side; of Dora's trembling less and less, but always clasping Agnes by the hand; of the service being got through, quietly and gravely; of our all looking at each other in an April state of smiles and tears, when it is over; of my young wife being hysterical in the vestry, and crying for her poor papa, her dear papa.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT