What is "fingernail"

Usage examples of "fingernail".

High-school teachers, unlike those in elementary school, did not have as a part of their duties the furthering of the process of Americanization that began with fingernail inspections in the first grade.

More quickly now, he picked up the rubber strap, tied it off above the elbow of his right arm, tapped the rising vein with the side of a fingernail, placed the needle against the antecubital fossa, slid it home.

She dug her fingernails into the leather armrest and waited for him to continue.

He threw the fingernail clippers across the room and charged at Bollinger with such fury that he surprised even Stenner.

In the anteroom a thin-faced Italian man with a goatee was cleaning his fingernails with the blade of a large pocket knife, his feet up on the desk, a Borsalino hat tipped forward over the bridge of his nose.

When a sharp piece of iron smashed nine-year-old Brans fingernail and punched a vee-shaped segment under the rest of it, to put agonizing pressure on the bruised nerves, the boy had felt the worst pain of his entire life and nearly died of shock.

The caseworker looks at her fingernails, first with her fingers curled into her palms, then with her fingers spread wide.

Hohguhn had, while listening to father and son, snapped up the cheekpieces of his open-faced helm and removed it to vigorously apply dirty fingernails to furiously itching scalp, so the humming sound and its deadly import were clearer than to those whose ears still were covered by steel.

Le Chiffre slowly faced his own two cards and flicked them away with his fingernail.

They joked about how soon the men would be reduced to cooking their millet gruel over a fire of broken chopsticks and fingernail parings.

There was, furthermore, a squint-eyed Lithuanian skipper, wanted for murder in Riga and for piracy in Pernambuco, who took them to Vladivostok and into the tranquil presence of a Nanking compradore with gold-encased fingernails and a charming taste in early Ming porcelain.

There was a curlycue pattern of grooves in it, as if some ogre had scraped his fingernails there.

I knew, a bottle of fingernail polish Gina had left on the dressing table went flying, and, defying all gravitational law, landed upside down in the suitcase she had placed on the floor at the end of the daybed, around seven or eight feet away.

Their grisly arms extended, their yellow fingernails glinting in the sunlight, their thin lips quivering in anticipation of their next meal, saliva pouring from their mouths, they advanced on the Technics, row after ravenous row, undeterred even when an arm or leg was shattered by a dumdum bullet.

With a fretsaw I cut these down to smaller plates, discarding the ebonite at the edges, which was green with age, and turned them on a lathe, in a foul cloud of black dust that got into my hair, eyes, teeth, fingernails.