"The dead man had it clenched in his right hand.

" Piers' hands clenched at the words.

His voice was firm and his hands were clenched with resolution.

His gloved hand clenched on the tool he held.

Beneath the desk her hands clenched into small fists.

And thus sat he all that day, bowed forward upon his hand, his fingers tight-clenched within his hair, staring ever at the square flagstone beneath his foot, heedless alike of the coming and going of his gaoler or of the food set out upon the bench hard by.

He sat up, switched on the electric light by his side and gazed at the round table, his fingers clenched around the butt of his pistol.

" Sir Stephen paced up and done, his hands clenched behind him; his fine leonine head bent; then he stopped in front of the chair, and frowned down into the scowling face.

"I was trying to force open the murdered man's hand, and I found it clenched between the little finger and the next.

James' face was very pale as he listened, and when his mother spoke of the disgrace which would come upon them all, his hard fists were clenched for a moment, while he thought of Melinda, and wondered if with her it would make any difference.

a question which Mr. Carlyle clenches by the addition, What right, a short time ago, hadst thou even to be?

"Ah ... tal" He raised his robust arm with his fist clenched like a mace.

This Expedition of Alexander opens with his consulting the oracle at Delphos, in which the dumb Conjuror, who has been visited by so many Persons of Quality of late Years, is to be introduced as telling him his Fortune; At the same time Clench of Barnet is represented in another Corner of the Temple, as ringing the Bells of Delphos, for joy of his arrival.

Then he sprang forward with fists clenched as a passer-by, after scowling at Mr. Purnip, leaned forward and deliberately blew a mouthful of smoke into the face of his companion.

Then she seemed to stiffen a little; I saw her hands clench over the arms of her chair.

Thy man am I" "Hawilt withstand me, Black Roger?" "Thy man am I, to follow thee in life and go down with thee in death" Now hereupon Beltane came close, and in the dim light Black Roger beheld the new Beltane glaring down at him fierce-eyed and with great mailed fist clenched to smite; but even so Black Roger gave not back, only he drew dagger and strove to set it in Beltane's iron fingers.

She saw his hands clench against his sides.

His hands were clenched about it.