He pointed at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended clawlike
In the awful stench of these frightful charnel isles haggard maniacs screamed and gibbered and fought among the torn remnants of their grisly feasts; while on those which contained but clean-picked bones they battled with one another, the weaker furnishing sustenance for the stronger; or with clawlike
hands clutched at the bloated bodies that drifted down with the current.
For a long time he lay caressing the emaciated, clawlike
thing that had once been the beautiful, shapely white hand of the young Baltimore belle.
Silently, but with the quickness of a tigress the old woman was upon her back, one clawlike
paw grasping the wrist which held the dagger.
For a time he could not even speak, but at last regained sufficient composure to tell them how the thing must have swooped silently upon him from above and behind as the first premonition of danger he had received was when the long, clawlike
fingers had clutched him beneath either arm.
The old terrorist, raising an uncertain and clawlike
hand, gave a swaggering tilt to a black felt sombrero shading the hollows and ridges of his wasted face.
The talons of a clawlike
glazed hand mounted above the reservoir shot streams of water into the basin below, where additional groping palms awaited.
Jarndyce and Jarndyce may possess a grasping and unwholesome hand (17), but this ostensibly invisible hand belongs collectively to the lawyers who profit from it; the novel's discourse of "law-hand," featureless or otherwise, thus becomes a killing joke about the agency and accountability of Chancery solicitors from Tulkinghom, who sits at the pinnacle of his profession but does so under the pointing hand of Allegory, to the bottom-feeding Vholes, whose clawlike
, black-gloved hands augment a demeanor equally funereal and predatory.
He called them "les cancroides," which was later changed to "cheloide" in 1816, referring to the clawlike
extension and tendency to extend laterally, like crabs.
They discover that the lady, his late wife, has indeed been buried alive; for just a moment the camera shows us her tortured face, frozen in a rictus of terror, her bulging eyes, her clawlike
fingers, the skin stretched tight and gray.
When she discovers Harry in possession of the Half-Blood Prince's annotated potions book, she goes berserk; she "[lunges] at [the book] with a clawlike
hand" and hisses "Despoiled
Male holds the female with clawlike
maxilliped in the same cyst.