1 The girl seemed to waver, and Frome saw her twirl the end of her scarf irresolutely about her fingers.
2 He had not even touched the tip of her fingers or looked her full in the eyes.
3 Ellen finished and Gerald, who could never find his beads at prayer time, began furtively counting his decade on his fingers.
4 Scarlett dug her fingers into the upholstery of the carriage and for a moment her parasol wavered.
5 And, worst of all, she had burned two blisters on her fingers helping Pittypat and Cookie make layer cakes for raffling.
6 Her fingers played in Scarlett's black hair.
7 He was beside her quickly and his deft fingers untied the wide bow under her chin.
8 She wished that she could cry, do something to ease the iron fingers that were digging into her throat.
9 Cold little ripples of fear that started in the pit of her stomach were radiating outward until the fingers that touched her cheeks were cold, though the rest of her body streamed perspiration.
10 She shrank closer to Rhett, took his arm in fingers that trembled and looked up at him for words, for comfort, for something reassuring.
11 She knotted the ends with fingers that bled from blisters and shook from fatigue.
12 She tied the other end to the back of the wagon, as securely as her awkward fingers would permit.
13 The echo of her own thoughts infuriated her and Scarlett shook off the pinching fingers.
14 Scarlett's bleeding fingers sought her father's hand urgently.
15 Grandma in particular was devoted to Ellen and there were very few people in the County for whom the old lady gave a snap of her skinny fingers.