clenched fist


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Noun1.clenched fist - a hand with the fingers clenched in the palm (as for hitting)clenched fist - a hand with the fingers clenched in the palm (as for hitting)
hand, manus, mitt, paw - the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb; "he had the hands of a surgeon"; "he extended his mitt"
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He would write for a while, then sit idle, his clenched fist lying on the table, his eyes following the pattern of the oilcloth.
Without a word or a warning, I snatched the piece from his grasp, and, at the same time struck him a terrific blow between the eyes with my clenched fist.
He brought the clenched fist of his free hand down in two blows, rat-tat, on Michael's paws.
No sooner was he over the threshold than Daddy Mathieu slammed the door after him and, turning towards us, with eyes bloodshot, and frothing at the mouth, he hissed to us, shaking his clenched fist at the door he had just shut on the man he evidently hated:
A big brawny fellow with a red beard, flushed face, and broad shoulders, who seemed to be the chief of the band, raised his clenched fist to strike Mr.
He would have liked to hit her in the face with his clenched fist, and in fancy he saw how she would look with a black eye.
I can see him now, in my wake-a-day life, as I write this, swinging along through the trees, a four-handed, hairy creature, howling with rage, pausing now and again to beat his chest with his clenched fist, leaping ten-and-fifteen-foot gaps, catching a branch with one hand and swinging on across another gap to catch with his other hand and go on, never hesitating, never at a loss as to how to proceed on his arboreal way.
said the stranger, dashing his clenched fist upon the table.
At the instant of contact the lad pivoted on one foot, and with all the weight of his body and the strength of his trained muscles drove a clenched fist into the bull's stomach.
He raised his face and both his clenched fists slowly to heaven.
The cub reporter was an artist, and it was a large brush with which he laid on the local color - wild-eyed long-haired men, neurasthenia and degenerate types of men, voices shaken with passion, clenched fists raised on high, and all projected against a background of oaths, yells, and the throaty rumbling of angry men.
he said, standing before her again in the same position with his clenched fists on his chest, as he had stood before her that night.