Phrases with "fingers"

E. Phillips Oppenheim The fingers were long and skinny. The Strange Boarders of Palace Crescent by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

James Joyce Bantam Lyons’s yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Ulysses by James Joyce [1922]

Wilkie Collins When the man returned he had a letter in his hand! My fingers shook so that I could hardly open it. Poor Miss Finch by Wilkie Collins [1872]

I went downstairs still laughing and found her in the hall with her face to the wall and her fingers in her ears kneeling in a corner. The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad [1919]

Her fingers were dirty with ink, and the ink did not appear to me to be all of that day’s application. A Book of Ghosts by S. Baring-Gould [1904]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Her fingers clutched the sides of her chair, her eyeballs were hot. A Sleeping Memory by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1902]

E. Phillips Oppenheim His fingers clutched the arms of the chair in which he was sitting. Harvey Garrard's Crime by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1926]

Wilkie Collins She had tried the baronet as a last resource, and he had slipped through her fingers too. The Devil’s Spectacles by Wilkie Collins [1879]

Guy de Maupassant Three times I awoke, three times I went to sleep again; three times I saw the hideous object galloping round my room and moving its fingers like legs. The Hand (La Main d'écorché) by Guy de Maupassant [1880]

Walter Scott Next, dropp'd from high a mangled arm; The fingers strain'd an half-drawn blade: And last, the life-blood streaming warm, Torn from the trunk, a gasping head. The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border by Walter Scott [1802-1803]

As soon as he looked my way I placed three fingers of my right hand upon my forehead, a sign we had agreed to use whenever danger threatened us and it was necessary to act quickly. Dr Nikola Returns by Guy Boothby [1896]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Instead, she spoke a single inaudible monosyllable into the transmitter, then dropped the receiver from her fingers so that it hung downwards by its quivering cord. The Strange Boarders of Palace Crescent by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

He delayeth only till his fingers be knit together behind the neck of the accursed Demon to draw the head of him forward until the bones of the neck or the breastbone be bursten asunder. The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison [1922]

Willa Cather Ottenburg had told her that Mr. Nathanmeyer had a very fine collection of medals and cameos, and his fingers looked as if they had never touched anything but delicately cut surfaces. The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather [1915]

She smiled, put out her hand, and murmured “Bakhshîsh!” Her fingers were covered with rings, and her arms with silver braclets. A Thousand Miles up the Nile by Amelia B. Edwards [1877]

Jane Austen Well, Colonel Fitzwilliam, what do I play next? My fingers wait your orders. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen [1813]

Bram Stoker To them I say “Pouf!”’ And he snapped his fingers at me and went on. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

E. Phillips Oppenheim The fingers of the other were twitching all the time. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

But we keep our counsel — we keep our counsel till time ripens the bitter fruit upon the tree, though our fingers itch to pluck it while it is still green. Aurora Floyd by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

Jules Verne Soon no eye could endure the dazzling splendor; Nell closed her eyes, but her eyelids could not exclude the glare, and she pressed her fingers over them. The Underground City by Jules Verne [1877]

D. H. Lawrence She put her fingers in his hair, drew his head to her, and kissed it. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

Elizabeth Gaskell When Annie grew sleepy, she still kept fast hold of one of Tom’s fingers in her little, round, soft hand, and he began to know the happy feeling of loving somebody again. Hand and Heart by Elizabeth Gaskell [1849]

E. Phillips Oppenheim With his own fingers still protected by the handkerchief he pressed the fingers of the dead man around the butt, and allowed it to drop softly onto the carpeted floor. The Man Without Nerves by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

George Gissing She kept her eyes lowered, and her fingers writhed nervously on the arm of the chair. The Unclassed by George Gissing [1883]

Jack London That for your immature generalizations and childish reasonings!” He snapped his fingers contemptuously and proceeded to sit down. The Iron Heel by Jack London [1908]

E. Phillips Oppenheim The doctor, with his fingers upon her pulse, motioned to Glenlitten, who turned and left the room. The Glenlitten Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1929]

Suddenly the rope scorched my fingers and a shock came on my middle which dragged me to the very edge of the abyss. The Three Hostages by John Buchan [1924]

Feet seemed to creep up and down the stairs, fingers were at the windows, but the dead and Mrs. Henny slept on. Judith Paris by Hugh Walpole [1931]

Robert Louis Stevenson He had no sooner seen me than he began to dance some steps of the sea-hornpipe (which I had never before heard of far less seen), snapping his fingers in the air and footing it right cleverly. Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson

Anthony Hope Rischenheim’s fingers still twitched nervously and his cheeks were pale. Rupert of Hentzau by Anthony Hope

He went down like a monkey, digging his toes and fingers into the niches made for the purpose in the old chimney; Peter held the rope. Some Experiences of an Irish R.M. by Somerville and Ross [1899]

Robert Louis Stevenson Man’s fingers had laid the twigs; it was man’s breath that had quickened and encouraged the baby flames; and now, as the fire caught, it would be playing ruddily on the face of its creator. Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson

Arthur Conan Doyle Peering down into the box he snapped his fingers several times and was heard from the Press seat to say, ‘Come, then, pretty, pretty!’ in a coaxing voice. The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle [1912]

Wilkie Collins Her delicate little fingers did not conceal more than two-thirds of the handle: he noticed that it was made of buck-horn, clean and shining as the blade was, and looking like new. The Queen of Hearts by Wilkie Collins [1859]

The Lord Corinius sat him down on the nearest of the benches, leaned his stalwart back luxuriously upon the cushions and there rested, thripping his fingers and singing to himself. The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison [1922]

Virginia Woolf Meanwhile, he noticed, Cam dabbled her fingers in the water, and stared at the shore and said nothing. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf [1927]

Anthony Trollope Open fire-places in a few rooms would not keep our toes and fingers from the frost. North America by Anthony Trollope

Wilkie Collins Her hand moved halfway towards mine; then stopped, and trembled for a moment in the air; then fell to her side, with the fingers distorted and clenched together. Basil by Wilkie Collins [1852]

O’Brien watched him, the four fingers still extended. Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell

Elizabeth Gaskell Her round taper fingers flew in and out of her sewing, as steadily and swiftly as if that were the business of her life. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell [1854]

James Joyce But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. Dubliners by James Joyce

Gerard put his fingers into his ears; but presently he saw in Denys’s face a horror that contrasted strangely with this sudden merriment. The Cloister and the Hearth by Charles Reade

The rash has been troubling you for three years, and you’ve had the choker for three years!” He snapped his fingers together exultingly. The Master Spy by Arthur Gask [1936]

He inserted his fingers gently and drew out a folded envelope. The Night of the Storm by Arthur Gask [1937]

Why, what a jest! The notes would be within inches of his itching fingers all the way home. The Shadow of Larose by Arthur Gask [1930]

Wilkie Collins His fingers worked and fidgeted with an end of the tablecloth close by him; and he began to speak in faint whispering tones. Mr Wray’s Cash Box by Wilkie Collins [1852]

George Eliot I said, You let the Bible alone: you’ve got a jest- book, han’t you, as you’re rare and proud on? Keep your dirty fingers to that. Adam Bede by George Eliot [1859]

Wilkie Collins His eyes looked up at her, spell-bound; his color came and went; his breath quickened audibly when her fingers touched his face. Poor Miss Finch by Wilkie Collins [1872]

By what prescience was he to know at what exact minute his opportunity would occur?” “When I saw the watch on Thursday night the fingers were not there. Max Carrados by Ernest Bramah [1914]

Well, they pushed him into the water, but as he went down he clutched at the edge of the ice-hole, and they struck at his hands, crushing his fingers with their heels. My Childhood by Maksim Gorky

Arthur Conan Doyle He gnawed his lip, drummed his fingers upon the table, and showed every other symptom of acute impatience. A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle [1887]

Wilkie Collins The pulse,” continued the doctor, laying his fingers lightly on Oscar’s wrist, “is perfectly satisfactory. Poor Miss Finch by Wilkie Collins [1872]

Frances Hodgson Burnett He quite gently took her fingers and returned her to her sofa. The Head of the House of Coombe by Frances Hodgson Burnett [1922]

She pushed a hand out from beneath the shawl and waggled the skinny fingers at Henry as if in grotesque greeting. The Greater Trumps by Charles Williams

E. Phillips Oppenheim She has no electric light and her fingers shook so that she was a long time striking a match. The Strange Boarders of Palace Crescent by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

H. G. Wells It was natural, I suppose, that my fingers should close upon the revolver in my pocket. In the Days of the Comet by H. G. Wells [1906]

E. Phillips Oppenheim I will not touch your fingers again, I promise. The Amazing Partnership by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1914]

Was I not rescued from the wreck of the ship Morrow?” Doyle changed color, and approaching me, laid his fingers on my wrist. Can Such Things Be? by Ambrose Bierce [1893]

D. H. Lawrence She kissed him, putting her fingers over his face, his eyes, his nostrils, over his brows and his ears, to his neck, to know him, to gather him in by touch. Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence

I moved his head ever so slightly with my fingers, but it sagged back directly I took the fingers away. The Beachy Head Murder by Arthur Gask [1941]

D. H. Lawrence Alvina noticed the brown, slender Mediterranean hand, as he put his fingers to his lips. The Lost Girl by D. H. Lawrence

George Gissing I’m not very strong now, but that doesn’t matter; I’d rather work my fingers to the bone at some honest business than go back again to the streets. Workers in the Dawn by George Gissing [1880]

F. Scott Fitzgerald She lay across his knees on a big sofa; he ran his fingers through the lovely forelocks of her hair. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

His hands, with the fingers well engrained in printer’s ink, seldom looked as if they had been washed lately. The Dark Mill Stream by Arthur Gask [1947]

Cautiously, and by degrees, Ruth laced her little gloved fingers over the flying line, and presently a quiver of the rod showed that the fish was checked. In the Quarter by Robert W. Chambers

But he kept these sentiments to himself, and after giving his patient a strong tonic to revive his energies, he sat by the bedside with his fingers on the pulse of the dying man. The Secret Passage by Fergus Hume

George Meredith And when Evan, with a lover’s craving, wished her lips to say what her eyes said so well, Rose drew his fingers up, and, with an arch smile and a blush, kissed them. Evan Harrington by George Meredith [1861]

Florence Dixie Only his hand worked harder with the knife, and his fingers drew the lazo tighter around his wrist. Redeemed in Blood by Florence Dixie [1889]

Anthony Trollope There are the two young ladies a-working their very fingers off down to the knuckles. The Landleaguers by Anthony Trollope [1883]

D. H. Lawrence What amazing beauty and pleasure, in the dark! His fingers had often touched Anna on the face and neck like that. The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

Wilkie Collins One after another they beat time absently with their fingers to the waltz which the musicians happened to be playing at the moment. Man and Wife by Wilkie Collins [1870]

James Hogg Neither do I.” “What reasons have you for doubting it?” “Because it was nae woman’s fingers that broke up the bolts an’ the locks that were torn open that night. The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg [1824]

Charles Dickens To my great relief, though I was shaking in every joint of my fingers and toes, nobody took any notice of my alarming complaint. The Haunted House by Charles Dickens [1859]

His fingers touched the metal knob at last. The Beast with Five Fingers by W. F. Harvey

When the time had approximately elapsed, he disinterred his meal, scorching his fingers in the operation, although it was only the surface of the sand which was so intensely hot. A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay [1920]

E. Phillips Oppenheim He was growing calmer, but the fingers which held the match were still shaking. To Win the Love He Sought by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1895]

Elizabeth Gaskell He seemed like a little Bacchus “It is my master’s only boy,” said she, disentangling his fingers with quiet patience, only to have them grasp her braids afresh. Six Weeks at Heppenheim by Elizabeth Gaskell [1862]

She was washing the dishes, and her fingers trembled. Mother by Maksim Gorky

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu The fingers which he plunged into his snuff-box are trembling. Checkmate by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu [1871]

She could not dwell indefinitely among imaginations; her sense of fact crept forward — insidious — paramount; with relentless fingers it picked to pieces the rosy palaces of unreality. Elizabeth and Essex by Lytton Strachey [1928]

Rudyard Kipling They take no thought in the dispensation of generosity, which is as the closed fingers of a water-scooping palm. Many Inventions by Rudyard Kipling [1893]

Mary and Eileen were both sitting rigid, with arms at full stretch and their fingers tipping straitly on the ground, while their round eyes were wide in an unwinking stare. Demi-Gods by James Stephens

It was for this purpose I ordered the casket opened, and thrust my fingers through the flowers I found there. The House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Katharine Green

Elizabeth Gaskell If any box was wanted, his ingenious fingers had made it before our lesson day. My French Master by Elizabeth Gaskell [1853]

I began to slide my hand up her leg and suddenly my fingers felt the warm flesh on her thigh where the stocking ended above the knee. My Life and Loves by Frank Harris

Baldwin Spencer If he were to do so, it would result in his having very severe pains in his back, and his fingers would rot away. Native tribes of the Northern Territory of Australia by Baldwin Spencer

Edith Wharton She twisted her fingers into his, and they sat down side by side on the improvised couch. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

Robert Louis Stevenson Once more my whole heart leaps and swells And gushes o’er with glee; The fingers of the sun and shade Touch music stops in me. New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson

But it was only her clenched fingers that swept the taut throat — clenched and empty fingers from which the knife had vanished. The Slayer of Souls by Robert W. Chambers [1920]

George Meredith Permanency—enthusiast’s dream—despot’s aim—clutch of dead men’s fingers in live flesh . Beauchamp's Career by George Meredith [1875]

Herman Melville Hold!” “What do you?” I said, seeing him now, instantaneously relinquishing his staff, lean intently forward towards the window, with his right fore and middle fingers on his left wrist. The Lightning-Rod Man by Herman Melville

Henry David Thoreau The fingers and toes flow to their extent from the thawing mass of the body. Walden by Henry David Thoreau

Wilkie Collins You don’t know how clever I am with my fingers and thumbs. Jezebel’s Daughter by Wilkie Collins [1880]

Edna St. Vincent Millay Yet, since you could not know, and it befell That these are the last words your fingers wrote, There is a dignity some might not see In this, “I picked the first sweet-pea today. Renascence and other poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

E. Phillips Oppenheim His long bony fingers shook a little as he blew out the match. The Glenlitten Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1929]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Taylor was drumming with his fingers on the table but he was in to stay. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tod felt his fingers slipping from the rail and kicked backwards as hard as he could. The Day of the Locust by Nathanael Wes

H. G. Wells I’ve been cutting my fingers with the string all the way ‘ome. The History of Mr. Polly by H. G. Wells [1910]

Her present countenance had a wild vindictiveness in its white cheek, and a bloodless lip and scintillating eye; and she retained in her closed fingers a portion of the locks she had been grasping. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte [1847]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Her fingers ceased their convulsive twitching. The Glenlitten Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1929]

Guy de Maupassan They squeezed each other’s fingers without speaking, as though they had left their bodies and formed part of this visible poetry that exhaled from the earth. The History of a Heart by Guy de Maupassan

Henry Handel Richardson And nobody would ever laugh, or point their fingers at them, or make fun of them, any more. Ultima Thule by Henry Handel Richardson

I couldn’t repeat the keys of a typewriter by trying to visualise them, but my fingers know where each key is. To Love and Be Wise by Josephine Tey [1950]

Farewell, mademoiselle!” He bowed on her hand, absolutely like Sir Charles Grandison on that of Harriet Byron; adding —“Death from such fingers would not be without charms. The Professor by Charlotte Bronte [1857]

Down among the fingers was a scrap of paper—the corner torn off a programme. Max Carrados by Ernest Bramah [1914]

Abraham Merri O’Keefe’s fingers must have pressed down upon the controls, for we leaped forward almost with the speed of light. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

She had her fingers straight out pointin’ at me, and her back was crooked, round again wi’ age. Madam Crowl’s Ghost by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

He seemed not to be interested in Mrs. Ware’s health, but looked intently out through the window at the buildings opposite, and drummed with his fingers on the arms of his chair. The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic [1896]

Henry Handel Richardson But I? I snap my fingers in his face. Maurice Guest by Henry Handel Richardson

He thrust his fingers in the bullet holes to measure their depth; he thought how he could repair all these injuries. The Miller’s Daughter by Émile Zola

E. Phillips Oppenheim She laid her fingers upon his arm, although it was towards Peter that her eyes traveled. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

H. G. Wells He held up his hands to his face, fingers spread out. The Stolen Bacillus and other incidents by H. G. Wells [1895]

Gaston Leroux Raoul’s fingers clutched at his flesh, above his jealous heart. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux [1910]

Willa Cather When the lights went out and the violins began to quaver their long D against the rude figure of the basses, Mrs. Harsanyi saw her husband’s fingers fluttering on his knee in a rapid tattoo. The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather [1915]

D. H. Lawrence She held her fingers very still among the strings of the bag, his fingers touching; and the place was golden as a vision. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

Ivan Turgenev Sanin satisfied their needs, zealously clattering the spoons, changing the saucers, and eagerly plunging his fingers into drawers and jars. The Torrents of Spring by Ivan Turgenev [1872]

Robert Louis Stevenson It will make your heart ache if you think of his old fingers groping in the snow. Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson

E. Phillips Oppenheim He bowed to Belle, and when she held out her hand he raised her fingers gallantly to his lips. The Lion and the Lamb by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1930]

H. G. Wells It clenched a fist, and he perceived it had all its complement of fingers and ridiculous, pretentious little finger nails. Marriage by H. G. Wells [1912]

With nervous, tobacco-stained fingers he twisted and pointed one end of his black moustache, and became aware that the young girl was watching him covertly. An Engagement by Ella D'Arcy [1896]

She sat half turned from the piano, supple and shapely, at times touching the keys lightly with the slender fingers of her right hand. Mother by Maksim Gorky

Arthur Conan Doyle With eager nervous fingers Dean felt all over the place where the bush had been, thrusting his hand into every cleft and cranny. The Stone of Boxman’s Drift by Arthur Conan Doyle

Abraham Merri As she passed, an arm around Ruth’s neck, I saw the marks of Ventnor’s fingers upon her white shoulder, staining its purity, marring it like a blasphemy. The Metal Monster by Abraham Merri

Arnold Bennett The fingers of all the clocks in the house were revolving with the most extraordinary rapidity — she was helpless. Hilda Lessways by Arnold Bennett [1911]

She snapped her fingers in the intermeddler’s face; she rushed upon him with a storm of words. Villette by Charlotte Brontë [1853]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Once more Haven’s fingers travelled over the helpless man. The Ostrekoff Jewels by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1932]

Virginia Woolf Jinny spins her fingers on the table-cloth, as if they were dancing in the sunshine, pirouetting. The Waves by Virginia Woolf [1931]

James Joyce He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. Ulysses by James Joyce [1922]

John Galsworthy Stack’s fingers came up and detached the telegram. Over the River by John Galsworthy

Jack London By the light of the fire he crooked his fingers slowly and repeatedly now one at a time, now all together, spreading them wide or making quick gripping movements. White Fang by Jack London [1906]

Her fingers closed about my neck. Marvels and Mysteries by Richard Marsh

A ring? The hands and fingers were always the parts first attacked by the fish. The Web of Maya by Ella D'Arcy [1895]

Virginia Woolf When she sewed, he thought, she made a sound like a kettle on the hob; bubbling, murmuring, always busy, her strong little pointed fingers pinching and poking; her needle flashing straight. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf [1925]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Her fingers still rested upon his arm as they crossed the floor of the warehouse towards the outside doors. Harvey Garrard's Crime by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1926]

After some trouble I got the thing prised open, and catching the edges of the hole with my fingers raised my body and got my knees on the edge. Greenmantle by John Buchan

D. H. Lawrence Her fingers plucked busily at the paper. The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

For a moment longer the man and the woman inside stood motionless, panting, breast to breast; then her fingers came unlocked, her arms fell by her side slowly. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad [1907]

George Meredith She sat, with her fingers locked together in her lap, gazing forward on the floor, her head a little sideways bent. Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith [1865]

Jules Verne There was no lack of work, and the old sailor’s nimble clever fingers could do anything. The Field of Ice by Jules Verne

His fingers toyed absently with the pack on the table. Victory by Joseph Conrad [1914]

Henry Handel Richardson Nor, till he made sure nobody was being sent to fetch him, did his fingers relax their hold. The End of a Childhood by Henry Handel Richardson

The doctors said it was just as if they had been strangled, although there were no marks of fingers or a rope round their necks. The House on the Fens by Arthur Gask [1940]

Jack London And he had not thought his fingers could go lifeless in so short a time. Lost Face by Jack London

D. H. Lawrence So she said: “I won’t help you, George, because I don’t like to feel my fingers so sticky, and because I love to see you so domesticated. The White Peacock by D. H. Lawrence

What she said rang sharp with contempt, and her fingers played with her little pistol. Huntingtower by John Buchan [1922]

Edith Wharton He wound his fingers through hers. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

Holding it spread out in both hands, she looked at it; then, without raising her eyes, opened her fingers slowly and let it fall. A Set of Six by Joseph Conrad [1908]

Arthur Conan Doyle What year would it be? Just before the commission of the Penelope.” Mrs. Hay Denver ran her fingers through his grizzled hair. Beyond the City by Arthur Conan Doyle [1892]

M. P. Shiel I should explain that a trenchant edge, running along the bottom of the sash, was the obvious means by which the fingers of Cibras had been cut off. Prince Zaleski by M. P. Shiel [1895]

Wilkie Collins My father was supporting me on the pillow; the doctor had his fingers on my pulse; and a policeman was telling them where he had found me, and how he had brought me home. Basil by Wilkie Collins [1852]

Edith Wharton She stood before him, her arms hanging down, her clasped fingers twisting restlessly. Fruit of the Tree by Edith Wharton [1907]

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch I felt the fingers closing on my wrist, and wrenched loose. The Two Scouts by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Nathaniel Hawthorne But neither can your slender fingers untie these knots, nor my masculine force break them. The Marble Faun by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1860]

William Hope Hodgson And I caught her hand very quick in the dark; and her fingers did close upon the tablet, very guilty; so that I perceived that I had guessed aright. The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson

H.P. Lovecraft Once his shaking fingers touched something which he knew must be the steps leading to the hellish altar, and from this spot he recoiled in loathing. The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft [1927]

Algernon Blackwood Bruder Schliemann’s long white fingers were caressing the keys to some purpose. John Silence by Algernon Blackwood

Jack London Two fingers and a hasty scalp-wound had been the price he paid for his life. The Red One by Jack London [1918]

Arthur Conan Doyle Again with tremulous fingers I struck the flint against the steel, and this time I lit not only the tinder but the wax taper. The Adventures of Gerard by Arthur Conan Doyle [1903]

George Meredith I woke very early, though I had taken kindly to my pillow, as I found by my having an arm round my companion’s neck, and her fingers intertwisted with mine. The Adventures of Harry Richmond by George Meredith [1871]

D.H. Lawrence She sat over him, with her fingers stroking his eyebrows, that were broad and rather arched. The Trespasser by D.H. Lawrence

I can see a ring on those torn fingers which I know well. Almayer’s Folly by Joseph Conrad [1895]

Arthur Conan Doyle The fingers which clutched me were quivering. The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle [1904]

Edith Wharton Then suddenly his fingers clasped themselves about something firm and warm. The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton [1913]

E. Phillips Oppenheim His fingers trembled a little. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

E. Phillips Oppenheim She kept her head turned away from Pryde. Yet when his fingers touched hers, almost by accident, she did not withdraw them. The Amazing Partnership by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1914]

Once he got his fingers about his neck he would make no sound again. The Vaults of Blackarden Castle by Arthur Gask [1950]

Willa Cather No objections!” She put her fingers on his lips. A Lost Lady by Willa Cather [1923]

George Meredith Vittoria held her hand to Wilfrid. He took the fingers and bowed over them. Vittoria by George Meredith [1867]

Marjorie Bowen She beat the fingers of her left hand up and down on her breast. The Rake’s Progress by Marjorie Bowen [1912]

E. Phillips Oppenheim The man’s face remained unchanged, but his fingers dug into the bark of the fallen tree on which they sat. The Long Arm of Mannister by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1909]

Willa Cather She looked at her husband in vague alarm, while her fingers moved restlessly about over the tablecloth. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

Robert Louis Stevenson Bunyan was fervently in earnest; with ‘his fingers in his ears, he ran on,’ straight for his mark. Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson

Her fingers played with his hair in an absent-minded caress as she stood absorbed in thought. Almayer’s Folly by Joseph Conrad [1895]

Guy de Maupassan Nightmare assailed her; fearful thoughts filled her mind; and she thought she could feel that Olivier’s fingers were growing cold within her own. Strong as Death by Guy de Maupassan

But before the fingers had time to loose their hold, Eustace had them in his own. The Beast with Five Fingers by W. F. Harvey

Charles Dickens Observe that his fingers are curled as if in the act of tickling, and that his face is represented with a wink, as he appeared when committing his barbarous murders. The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens [1840]

With her own fingers she opened the largest blade. Tom Ossington’s Ghost by Richard Marsh [1898]

Nathaniel Hawthorne To other observers, if any there were, she probably appeared to take this attitude merely for the convenience of dipping her fingers into the gush of water from the mouth of one of the stone lions. The Marble Faun by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1860]

Arthur Conan Doyle He danced as he walked, cracked his fingers in the air, and his eyes blazed like two will-o’-the-wisps. The Great Shadow by Arthur Conan Doyle [1892]

Arthur Conan Doyle The instant that mine was enclosed in it he suddenly bent his whole strength upon it, and squeezed my fingers together until the blood tingled in the nails, and the whole hand was limp and powerless. Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle

H. G. Wells Presently he felt a strange aching pain in his arms and shoulders, and his fingers seemed difficult to bend. The Stolen Bacillus and other incidents by H. G. Wells [1895]

I saw some letters half protruding from his jacket pocket, and like lightning my fingers were on them and I had taken them out. The Shadow of Larose by Arthur Gask [1930]

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch His fingers had begun to drum on the table again and his eyes were bent upon them. D’Arfet’s Vengeance by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Wilkie Collins Her fingers wavered on the piano — she struck a false note, confused herself in trying to set it right, and dropped her hands angrily on her lap. The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins [1860]

He shut his eyes and pressed his fingers against them, trying to squeeze out the vision that kept recurring. Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell

Anthony Trollope She had come to feel that the time was slipping between her fingers and that she must say something effective. The American Senator by Anthony Trollope

H. G. Wells His Gibus hat, a trifle old-fashioned in these slovenly times, kept his bunch of fingers within bounds, and his fine gold chain was plainly ancestral. The Autocracy of Mr. Parham by H. G. Wells [1930]

D. H. Lawrence But he could not bear to see the long, military body lying broken over the tree-base, the fine fingers crisped. The Prussian Officer and other stories by D. H. Lawrence

James Joyce Then Jack Lawton cracked his fingers and Father Arnall looked at his copybook and said: — Right. Bravo Lancaster! The red rose wins. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

Abraham Merri He heard a howl of agony; tears of blood spurted over his hands; the choking fingers dropped from his throat. The Ship of Ishtar by Abraham Merri

Placing my left hand upon the back, I clasped my fingers under the piece of wood above-mentioned, to discover that a portion of the second finger fell exactly upon the stain. My Strangest Case by Guy Boothby [1901]

Nathaniel Hawthorne Protruding from the loose earth, however, Kenyon beheld the fingers of a marble hand; it was still appended to its arm, and a little further search enabled him to find the other. The Marble Faun by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1860]

Gaston Leroux I struck my fingers among the grasses and the flowers, and felt a resistance. The Secret of the Night by Gaston Leroux [1913]

D. H. Lawrence He pressed her fingers in his own. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

But on Vanaman, the icy fingers of dismay had closed more tightly. Claimed! by Francis Stevens

Charles Dickens I signed to him to say nothing, and then laid my fingers again on the man’s wrist. The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices by Charles Dickens [1857]

They gathered round in silence; and lo! at her feet there was a young infant, who, wakened by their tread, looked at them steadfastly, and with its rosy fingers played with its dead mother’s robe. Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1842]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Often afterwards he wondered why he had not felt it, even when he had seen him with his face half covered with lather and his fingers plunged into the silver bowl. The Spy Paramount by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

Kate Chopin Melicent once more possessed herself of the hammock in which she now reclined fully, and Thérèse sat near enough beside her to intertwine her fingers between the tense cords. At Fault by Kate Chopin

In my fingers the polished face of a cardboard mount felt smooth, almost soft to the touch. Serapion by Francis Stevens