1 She held the cup in her hand even now.
2 He saw a hand come forth and grope about a little.
3 He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan.
4 Mr. Gradgrind frowned, and waved off the objectionable calling with his hand.
5 She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night.
6 Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her.
7 Her eyes returned to that corner, and she put her hand over them as a shade, while she looked into it.
8 The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it.
9 Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss.
10 Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand.
11 After a time he controlled himself, and, resting with an elbow on one knee, and his head upon that hand, could look towards Rachael.
12 She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore.
13 Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand.
14 After an impatient oath or two, and some stupid clawing of herself with the hand not necessary to her support, she got her hair away from her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him.
15 Old Stephen descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it.
16 He thought of the waste of the best part of his life, of the change it made in his character for the worse every day, of the dreadful nature of his existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape.
17 Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him.
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