She stuck Linda's hand in the rollers and turned the handle.

You've given him your finger. He'll take the whole hand.

She folded her handkerchief neatly.

She left her gloves in the car.

She gave it to you.

Oh, she's a good sort.

With a gun in her hand?

She has a sword in her hand. It's a doubleedged sword.

She turned the doorknob slowly.

She is holding an umbrella in her hand.

They broke her bangles.

She carried the box under her arm.

She was holding a small parasol in her hand.

Was I smart to get her?

Yes!

Then she come to so sudden she bit the bowl of the spoon.

I want to show her my finger.

No.

They're facing each other. She holds a hand up to her friend's lips.

She put Linda's hand in the mangle.

That's not cheating She mustn't cheat

All you had to do was grab it out of her hand.

I grabbed one of her hands and one of her feet, and I wanted to swing her around.

And in another moment, he might have had his hands on her.

Take her out of my hands and it all comes apart.

And they don't leave it behind, either.

She turned around, took his head in both hands and gave him her breast.

Chloroform on a handkerchief while you're on the job.

And she walked forward with such calm and such clarity and such total lack of fear that she could walk right up to the first gun, put her hand on it and lower it.

He returned to her home an hour later, holding a knife with blood on the handle and telling her that he had stabbed him.

As she's a very practical person, she often fixes her friends' cars.

I think I can bring her out without any violence.

And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.

And then when he went out to talk to you, he left her here with a pistol.

Then she took his hand and helped him take his jeans and shirt off.

I embroidered this case for her myself, and I keep it here always.

She lay sprawled out with her head resting against the far door like Haskell.

A woman has a favorite handbag and it always hangs on her bedpost, where she can get at it easily.

And she's still talking while she puts the car in park, hits the emergency brake, opens the door, and with a spryness astounding in a woman her age, she jumps out of the car, knocks out the phone books, and then she walks around she's carrying her cheap Kmart purse with her around the front of the car.

Visual

There's the knob. There's the knob.

Well, he grabs any other personal items that might identify her and throws them in her suitcase and blows.

Give it back.

Koko once blamed her pet kitten for ripping a sink out of the wall.

Day after day she worked away, remaking the old Granville house into a home.