1 She held the light at the same level, and it drew out with the same distinctness her slim young throat and the brown wrist no bigger than a child's.
2 His lips traveled to her wrist and she knew he must feel the leap of her pulse as her heart quickened and she tried to draw back her hand.
3 At last, Melanie put a hot hand on her wrist.
4 She grabbed his arm and felt her tears of fright splash down her wrist.
5 She was lying back in the chair, her bonnet off, Rhett was slapping her wrist, his black eyes searching her face anxiously.
6 Whether or not she hit him, she never knew, but the next minute the pistol was wrenched from her hand by a grasp that almost broke her wrist.
7 Archie held the lamp low over the bed to give light and one of his gnarled fingers was on Ashley's wrist.
8 He was on his feet and had her by the wrist and there was a hard, driving fear in his face.
9 His voice was cool but the hand he put on her wrist hurt.
10 He stared at her and dropped her wrist.
11 She pinched her wrist, as though she were a noisy child in church, and when she was decent and cramped again, she listened.
12 An oarsman sprains his wrist: the carpenter concocts a soothing lotion.
13 Her father put his hand on her hair, but she caught his wrist and lifted it carefully away, talking to him rapidly.
14 She touched his hand as she scanned the red cicatrice on the inside of his white wrist.
15 The chief extended his arm and taking the other by the wrist, they once more exchanged friendly salutations.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 28