What a cuff may cover

Usage examples of wrist.

This was nothing unusual, however, so Mary simply broke through the ice and began her morning ablutions, gratefully noticing that gentle movement reduced the soreness in her wrists.

Chrissie, took both her hands and held them gently in his, as aware of her abraded palm as he was aware of his own injured wrist.

He flourished his wrist for just a moment, and Rani ducked her chin, acknowledging the gesture.

The joints of the elbow, wrist, ankle, or toes, may, however, be affected with this disease, but we shall speak of it in this connection as affecting only the knee-joint.

His hair and beard shone with scented oil and he wore a chain of snowy agates around one wrist.

If Aikido can be said to specialize, it is in arm and wrist locks, finger holds and arm throws, but the man surely recognized a good leglock too.

Overwhelmed by a sudden, inexplicable fury, he caught Alec by the wrist and shoved him roughly away.

I quickly transferred aliquots of blood to three different vacutainers, then removed the needle from the syringe, all the while concealing the dot of red on my wrist where the needle had hit me.

She took ambergris from her pack and crumbled it, rubbed the waxy green granules into the soles of her feet, her wrists.

As soon as she had done so, Maude strapped her wrists to the front legs of the apparatus, whilst Alice made her slim ankles fast to the other legs, thus spread-eagling her startlingly jutting, white, twitching bottom out and up in the most lascivious way, so that the secret ambery crease between the naked hillocks was lewdly distended and every portion of her private anatomy exposed not only to the gaze of her executioner but also to the searching tips of the slender withes of the fresh new rod which Maude now handed her chum with sparkling eyes.

Except for his anachronistic wrist recorder, he was the archetype of the questing reporter: Clark Kent, Woodward and Bernstein, and, of course, Lincoln Steffens.

And the steel armature on my left side is light and silent and moves like my own hand and wrist, rather than like a clattering horror of an obsolete machine.

Golden bracelets and armbands gleamed upon each wrist and armthe gifts of grateful kings and princes whom she had served.

Straight did I stand before the grin of Nolthis, the leather to my wrists in his large hand, his eyes arove about me.

Yes it was Atene who would have fallen, Atene who already fell, had not Ayesha put out her hand and caught her by the wrist, bearing all her backward-swaying weight as easily as though she were but an infant, and without effort drawing her to safety.