This child you're painting has just joined the Black Hand
I feel prouder leading thee by thy black hand
, than though I grasped an Emperor's
Let the white man teach me to fly," he said, "and I will take you back close to the settlements of your people, but in return for this I shall keep the great bird," and he waved a black hand
in the direction of the aeroplane.
But none of them had stroked her black hand
quite as Cheri did, nor rested their heads against her knee so confidingly, nor fallen asleep in her arms as he used to do.
On entering the room now he crossed himself, turning toward the front corner of the room, and went up to Dolokhov, holding out a small, black hand
Clare leaned his head on his shoulder, and wrung the hard, faithful, black hand
Saying which, Rebecca went down on HER knees in a most tragical way, and, taking Sir Pitt's horny black hand
between her own two (which were very pretty and white, and as soft as satin), looked up in his face with an expression of exquisite pathos and confidence, when--when the door opened, and Miss Crawley sailed in.
But while that Press has its evil eye in every house, and its black hand
in every appointment in the state, from a president to a postman; while, with ribald slander for its only stock in trade, it is the standard literature of an enormous class, who must find their reading in a newspaper, or they will not read at all; so long must its odium be upon the country's head, and so long must the evil it works, be plainly visible in the Republic.
The grouped letters stood out heavily black, around the pivot-head of the indicator, emphatically symbolic of loud exclamations: AHEAD, ASTERN, SLOW, Half, STAND BY; and the fat black hand
pointed downwards to the word FULL, which, thus singled out, captured the eye as a sharp cry secures attention.
The slave had fallen on top of his master; one leg lay swathed and twisted; one black hand
had but partially relaxed upon the haft of a knife (the knife) that stood up hilt-deep in a blacker heart.
Straight as homing pigeons, the two made their way toward the ruin and desolation that had once been the center of their happy lives, and which was soon to be restored by the willing black hands
of laughing laborers, made happy again by the return of the master and mistress whom they had mourned as dead.
A man clad completely in black, even (it was remembered) to the dreadful detail of black gloves, appeared on the ridge above the engine, and waved his black hands
like some sable windmill.