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Dil: İngilizce
Hecelenişi: arm
Ekler: arms
Türü: fiil, isim, isim


f. silahlandırmak, donatmak, teçhiz etmek, savaşa hazırlamak;
silahlanmak, silaha sarılmak;
zırh giydirmek;

i. silah;
askeri kuvvetlerin bir kolu.

i. kol;
mil: şube;
koy, küçük körfez;
kuvvet, güç, otorite.

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  • "I went for another one," Tikhon continued, "and I crept like this through the wood and lay down." (He suddenly lay down on his stomach with a supple movement to show how he had done it.) "One turned up and I grabbed him, like this." (He jumped up quickly and lightly.) "'Come along to the colonel,' I said. He starts yelling, and suddenly there were four of them. They rushed at me with their little swords. So I went for them with my ax, this way: 'What are you up to?' says I. 'Christ be with you!'" shouted Tikhon, waving his arms with an angry scowl and throwing out his chest.
  • Little Chandler sat in the room off the hall, holding a child in his arms. To save money they kept no servant, but Annie's young sister Monica came for an hour or so in the morning and an hour or So in the evening to help. But Monica had gone home long ago. It was a quarter to nine. Little Chandler had come home late for tea and, moreover, he had forgotten to bring Annie home the parcel of coffee from Bewley's. Of course she was in a bad humour and gave him short answers. She said she would do without any tea, but when it came near he time at which the shop at the corner closed she decided to go out herself for a quarter of a pound of tea and two pounds of sugar. She put the sleeping child deftly in his arms and said:
  • "They call you Longarm, do they not? Didier Longarm. Let us see if they speak true. Hold your right arm out here, and let me see how long it is."
  • The elder woman grew pale beneath the coarse powder that daubed her cheeks, and her dry lips twitched with a spasm of pain. Sybil rushed to her, flung her arms round her neck, and kissed her. "Forgive me, Mother. I know it pains you to talk about our father. But it only pains you because you loved him so much. Don't look so sad. I am as happy to-day as you were twenty years ago. Ah! let me be happy for ever!"
  • A loud clunk broke through the silence. Starting at the far end of the room, row after row of harsh florescent lights came on, racing toward her. She squinted against the sudden illumination, raising her arm to shield her eyes from the glare.
  • Looking down at Connors arms, that were wrapped around her body, Sarah saw that they were different. Instead of his normal tan colored arms that embraced her, these arms were glowing as brightly as the sun. She had to avert her gaze and instead she looked at his face. His face glowed just as brightly, his eyes were shut tight, along with his clenched jaw. He was pouring all of his excess energy into her. A dangerous amount.
  • He grabbed her arms and shoved her off balance, this way and that, while she attempted to break loose and launched kicks at him whenever two feet were on the ground simultaneously, turning the air blue in the immediate vicinity.
  • Daniel Inouye, an American of Japanese ancestry who lost his right arm fighting for his country in World War II and went on to represent Hawaii in Congress for its first half century as a state, has died. He was 88.
  • He knelt, hurting his knee anew, got his arms under her and lifted. She was skinny, a light enough burden. He stumbled toward the black bulk of cliff, reached a smoother area and laid her down as gently as he could.
  • Roland's right arm went numb. He thought his shoulder must be broken. But he was still filled more with fury than with despair.
  • She was, it seemed, more striking than he had ever seen her. Her eyes were seductively lined with kohl and her lips were an inviting red, matching the large dot on her forehead. In one side of her nose she wore a small ring studded with diamonds. Her hair was swept back and secured with rows of rubies and her throat and arms were circled with bands of gold imbedded with small green emeralds. She wore a silken wrap folded in pleats about each leg in a way that enhanced the full curve of her hips. Her waist was circled by a belt of beaten gold, and her palms and the soles of her feet had been reddened with henna. As she came toward him, the bands of tiny bells at her ankles punctuated the sensuous sway of her breasts beneath her silk halter.
  • Soon, Connor heard her open the bathroom door quietly and noticed her trying something. He let her think she got the drop on him by staying still and remaining oblivious. Suddenly her soft, bath warmed arms slowly and gently encircle his neck from behind and Sarahs newly brushed and long wet hair fell over his shoulders as she leaned over him. "I hope that everything will turn out for the best."
  • The man's drinking companions stood forth, and the story became more reasonable. They'd downed a few and were feeling frisky, when in walked these weirdly-dressed outlanders, acting as if they were of some importance. The hittee resented this, and spoke insolently, reinforcing his words with arm waving, although no rude gestures, they insisted.
  • Back in the empty chamber the Agent let the weapon drop to his side, whilst his other arm reached to a tiny, electronic gadget concealed behind his ear.
  • Morel, a short sturdy Frenchman with inflamed and streaming eyes, was wearing a woman's cloak and had a shawl tied woman fashion round his head over his cap. He was evidently tipsy, and was singing a French song in a hoarse broken voice, with an arm thrown round the nearest soldier. The soldiers simply held their sides as they watched him.
  • He looked at her a long moment, feeling the tenderness beneath her strength, and he knew he wanted her more than anything. Before he thought, he had slipped his arm around her waist and drawn her up to him. He later remembered his amazement at her softness, her warmth as he pulled her body against his own. Before she could speak, he had kissed her, bringing her mouth full to his lips. He had thought for an instant she would resist, and he meant to draw her closer. Only then did he realize it was she who had come to him, pressing her body against his. They clung together in the lamplight, neither wanting the moment to end. At last, with an act of will, she pulled herself away.
  • "Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov, going toward the door without raising his eyes. Denisov paused, thought a moment, and, evidently understanding what Rostov hinted at, seized his arm.
  • The water was cool against his skin and involuntarily he caught his breath. Then he reached out and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her against him. She turned her face to his, twined her hair around his head, and crushed his lips with her own. Just as suddenly, she threw back her head and laughed with joy. He found himself laughing with her.
  • Inside, on hangars, was a pair of costumes. There was no other way to describe them. They were matte black and looked like they were made of leather, but with dull metallic accents. "And to top it off," Jean said, pulling a couple of strips of fabric off one of the hangars and dangling them from his fingers, "I made you these." He held his arm out, and Dave took the strips. He had to turn them over several times before he figured out what they were.
  • With that, Steve pulled Sarah along behind them and practically ran down the path, away from the group of soldiers. Once they were out of earshot, Sarah had to pull her arm out of Steves grip, as he was intent on putting as much distance as possible between Sarah and those men.
  • Tommy, completely unaware of the danger above him, was struggling as he tried to climb down the side of the ship to the Dolphin. His plan for using the Zip-Zip to lower himself quickly became impossible. As the ship rolled to starboard, he could almost walk down the side of the ship, but as she rolled back to port, he would find himself swinging like a pendulum just above the angry waves. Of course, on the roll back to starboard, if he could not get his feet beneath him, he would slam hard into the side of the hull. Barnacles tore at his arms and back, ripping through his clothing, and leaving long, bleeding scrapes.
  • The birth of all animals and humans forms their enlistment into the army, their being taken under arms, and the start of their duties.
  • Fighting for the tooth the sugar industry is up in arms over new who dietary guidelines.
  • Tony looked at him carefully. The man had a bloody shirt wrapped around one arm and one leg, and had a rifle with a big scope leaning against the tree beside him.
  • "You will excuse my calling so late," she began, and then, suddenly losing her self-control, she ran forward, threw her arms about my wife's neck, and sobbed upon her shoulder. "Oh, I'm in such trouble!" she cried; "I do so want a little help."
  • The man stabbed backwards again and his knife skittered against the wall. He was making wheezing, gurgling noises now and Russs heart pounded faster, fear feeding adrenaline into his arms and squeezing them tighter, tighter, tighter around the guards throat. The man angled his knife to the side and swung out to stab in again, with the intent of digging it deep into Russs thigh. But just as Russ realized what was coming for him there was a thwak of wood on arm, and the guard dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor and the bird-girl screeched triumphantly, grabbing for it. But she still couldnt see well. She fell to her knees and felt over the floor blindly. The guard shot out a leg, kicking her in the side, sending her to the floor.
  • I caught flashes of action from the other fight as we circled each other. Jasmin sprang at her opponent, catching her behind the shoulders as Vincent reeled away from me in a shower of blood. I'd finally managed a deeper strike on his arm.
  • My heart beat so hard in my chest my ears were filled with the loud thumping sound of it. I dipped under his arm and pushed open the barn door, grateful for the refreshing rush of cool, night air.
  • "Yes. You will have to be free if you are to take us to Adayzjia. You will have to separate yourself from the boy." She crossed her arms and nodded. "I realize it may be difficult for you; you are confused. You have not had the years Ive had to form your purpose and reach a clear understanding of your destiny. So you may think you love him, but that is only an obstacle you must overcome before you can be free."
  • The centre of the chain swung very near the ground in the middle, and in the loop, as in the rope of a swing, there were seated and grouped, on that particular evening, in exquisite interlacement, two little girls; one about two years and a half old, the other, eighteen months; the younger in the arms of the other. A handkerchief, cleverly knotted about them, prevented their falling out. A mother had caught sight of that frightful chain, and had said, "Come! there's a plaything for my children."
  • "I put one of my dirty socks in her mouth." Sarah had to take her arms from around his head to cover her mouth to muffle the laughter that shook the litter.
  • "What is afast food place’, exactly?" Currun crossed his arms and shifted his weight, looking as he were settling in for a long, detailed explanation.
  • Tumulty had thrust Reginald aside and was peering at the two Stones. After a minute, "Try it again, Reginald," he said -"the new one, not the old. Come round here, Arglay." He caught the Chief Justice by the arm and brought him round the table. "There," he said, "now watch." He himself, while Lord Arglay leant forward over the table, moved a step or two off and squatted down on his heels, so that his eyes were on a level with the Stone. "Now slowly, Reginald, slowly." Montague adjusted it, set the chisel on it, raised the hammer, and struck, but this time with less force. The watchers saw the chisel move down through the Stone which seemed to divide easily before it and fall asunder on both sides. Sir Giles scrambled to his feet and he and Lord Arglay leaned breathlessly forward. There on the table, exactly alike, lay two Stones, each a faithful replica of its original in the Crown.
  • He picked up my suitcase and we walked out the door. Mr. Garner was waiting at the front of the crowd. We made our way through slowly and I gave numerous hugs. When we finally broke through the mass of people, James gave me one last hug and moved back into the crowd so Mr. Garner and I could say our final good-bye. I was a bit surprised when Mr. Garner wrapped his arms around me.
  • As I stretched my arms above my head, I thought about how late I was out last night. After revealing his secret, Mark hugged me, said goodnight, and then crawled into his bedroll not far from where we had stood. It was the last time we spoke, but I hung around on the stump for a while longer staring at the moon and stars.
  • "It all worked out well for me. Amalric lost favor with Louis that day, and I became a friend of the King. True, I cannot play the vielle any longer. You need the full use of your right arm for that. I still do well enough with the Irish harp and the lute, though. But if I am ever going to fight again, I shall have to learn to fight left-handed."
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  • "Sire, with this arm of mine, I probably will never be able to fight again." He raised his right hand from his lap, and a lightning bolt of pain shot from neck to fingertips. He winced and let the hand drop again.
  • Like sparks . . . inspiration rocked Vane, ignited his brain, shook him like a wet dog. He dropped the binoculars and shoved Mudhead passionately. "Get in, man; get in-in-in-in in!" Mudhead backed away, regarding him strangely. After a sufficient pause he primly adjusted his white robes, walked with dignity around the front of the truck, and climbed in decorously. Before the door was halfway closed Vane had thrown the truck into first and taken off in a storm of dust and pebbles. "Tell the Guards," he hollered, "to ditch their Posts. Order them to man the Bulwarks instead. I want holes cut in the tops." Mudheads mouth worked soundlessly. Before he could frame a sentence Vane had pushed the truck to the nearest Post and yelled, "East!" Mudhead leaned out barking instructions, hanging on with his left arm and pointing with his right. The Guard immediately sprinted for the neighboring Bulwark. Vane sped along to the next Post and screamed, "West!" Mudhead shouted the message while making chopping motions with his left arm. The Guard ran off.
  • Her feet were cold, and she drew her legs up, tucking her knees as close to her chin as possible and wrapping her arms around her chest.
  • One lone cloud meandered in from west, its puffy ends undulating like tentacles. I felt my mind go blank as images formed in my mind. I saw myself standing next to Kandek, one of his hands resting in mine and his other arm outstretched towards the crowd. I saw Nemison standing behind us, a grin on his face. Most telling, I saw a grin on my face.
  • Alana shivered unconsciously in the early morning hours. Cold air drifted in from the glass windows and gaping holes - courtesy, she imagined, of the unleashing of terror and darkness from the magical book. Logan scooted closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. She sat on the couch in the lobby, in turn, and put her arm firmly around his waist, marveling how easily these actions turned out to be; how well they both fit together.
  • "Come, let us sit down," Roland said. He held her arm as she seated herself, then dropped down beside her. There was no awkwardness in his movements. But his poor shoulder still looked huge to her. Timidly she reached out to touch it.
  • "Sire, the Inquisition needs a secular military arm to investigate, arrest, and punish heretics and their sympathizers. I ask you to consider creating such an institution."
  • Lester and the girl were on the floor. She'd yanked him down there when the thing started, I found out later. I even noticed he'd lost his glasses in the scramble. I looked over at Barney and saw him leaning over the arm of his chair. He was still holding a gun but he didn't look as though he had any use for it. I kept swinging my head and didn't see Crandall and decided he was back of his desk. I kept on with the swing until I saw Joey Free, and Joey was flat on his back and dead to the world.
  • A hand seized her and she whirled with her bar held high and nearly brained the soldier who'd grabbed her. He wasn't a zombie, and he had his pistol out. It was pointed at her. She dropped her bar like it was red hot and threw her arms in the air.
  • "Lets get you out of here." She pulled out Vincents knife from her belt and stood, sawing at the ropes. One by one his arms dropped, and he sat on his butt. She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around her son. His arms weakly went around her back.
  • Fantine raised herself in bed with a bound, supporting herself on her stiffened arms and on both hands: she gazed at Jean Valjean, she gazed at Javert, she gazed at the nun, she opened her mouth as though to speak; a rattle proceeded from the depths of her throat, her teeth chattered; she stretched out her arms in her agony, opening her hands convulsively, and fumbling about her like a drowning person; then suddenly fell back on her pillow.
  • The glare of the sun disappeared behind a building. Gritting his teeth, holding his cannon tightly in both arms, Dr. Sock reviewed the plan. As soon as they spotted the glider, Talias men would set off the sprinklers on the sixtieth floor. Soon after they would burst in with guns and exchange fire in the confusion, aiming high to avoid the civilians.
  • Meanwhile, the city itself was deserted. There was hardly anyone in the streets. The gates and shops were all closed, only here and there round the taverns solitary shouts or drunken songs could be heard. Nobody drove through the streets and footsteps were rarely heard. The Povarskaya was quite still and deserted. The huge courtyard of the Rostovs' house was littered with wisps of hay and with dung from the horses, and not a soul was to be seen there. In the great drawing room of the house, which had been left with all it contained, were two people. They were the yard porter Ignat, and the page boy Mishka, Vasilich's grandson who had stayed in Moscow with his grandfather. Mishka had opened the clavichord and was strumming on it with one finger. The yard porter, his arms akimbo, stood smiling with satisfaction before the large mirror.
  • Riders wearing white silk, followers of Robert d'Artois, were attacking Amalric's hirelings. Among the attackers Roland glimpsed the shield of the English knight whose arms he had returned. The professional tourneyers ignored the knights who were supposedly their opponents and continued to strike at Roland.
  • Once, just to see if she could bear a little of the fire she knew she must face one day, she had put the tip of one finger in a candle flame. Her flesh had hissed, the pain had shot up her arm, and she had screamed, even though she had steeled herself, and jerked her arm back. The burn blistered and hurt for days afterward. She tried to imagine feeling that pain all over her body, but it was beyond her comprehension.
  • She was aware that one of his strong arms held her, whilst he guided the mount with one hand. Was too aware of his breadth and strength despite the cape she wore.
  • As they approached the watchhouse Denisov stopped, peering into the forest. Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps. He had a musketoon over his shoulder and an ax stuck in his girdle. When he espied Denisov he hastily threw something into the bushes, removed his sodden hat by its floppy brim, and approached his commander. It was Tikhon. His wrinkled and pockmarked face and narrow little eyes beamed with self-satisfied merriment. He lifted his head high and gazed at Denisov as if repressing a laugh.
  • She hurled herself at him, the whole length of her body pressed hard against his. He was holding her so tightly she could not breathe, but she did not care; she would happily have died in his arms.
  • Those emerald eyes looked up from his shoulder and her thick, silky hair cascaded down her back, his arm and the front of her chest. She remained more beautiful than he imagined each day they were separated. "What would you like to know?" She spoke in the soft velvety voice that made his heart race.
  • Leaning in, his lips touched her throat and tremor shot through her body and into his legs, which made his body jolt in a similar way. Silk was the closest he could describe from the smoothness of her skin. She moaned in pleasure and Connor took that as a sign to keep going. She wrapped her arms around him and another tremor went through them again.
  • So the Emperor, meditating on this terrible turn of fortune, swept his glass for the last time over all the points of the field of battle. His guard, standing behind him with grounded arms, watched him from below with a sort of religion. He pondered; he examined the slopes, noted the declivities, scrutinized the clumps of trees, the square of rye, the path; he seemed to be counting each bush. He gazed with some intentness at the English barricades of the two highways,--two large abatis of trees, that on the road to Genappe above La Haie-Sainte, armed with two cannon, the only ones out of all the English artillery which commanded the extremity of the field of battle, and that on the road to Nivelles where gleamed the Dutch bayonets of Chasse's brigade. Near this barricade he observed the old chapel of Saint Nicholas, painted white, which stands at the angle of the cross-road near Braine-l'Alleud; he bent down and spoke in a low voice to the guide Lacoste. The guide made a negative sign with his head, which was probably perfidious.
  • And, even worse, i found brothers in arms - the very epitome of 1980s yuppie coffee-table music.
  • Grave and obscure questions, to the last of which every physiologist would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had he beheld at Toulon, during the hours of repose, which were for Jean Valjean hours of revery, this gloomy galley-slave, seated with folded arms upon the bar of some capstan, with the end of his chain thrust into his pocket to prevent its dragging, serious, silent, and thoughtful, a pariah of the laws which regarded the man with wrath, condemned by civilization, and regarding heaven with severity.
  • Dolokhov, who had already changed into a soldier's gray greatcoat, did not wait to be called. The shapely figure of the fair-haired soldier, with his clear blue eyes, stepped forward from the ranks, went up to the commander in chief, and presented arms.
  • "Oh, no, Mary Hendrikhovna," replied the officer, "one must look after the doctor. Perhaps he'll take pity on me someday, when it comes to cutting off a leg or an arm for me."
  • The woman from the city went away. Mata sat down and went back to eating her cereal with water without a word, but there was another knock at the door fifteen minutes later. The woman from the city had brought along an old hero with one arm and one eye. He greeted Mata by name, and Mata gave him a smart salute. He spoke quietly in her ear for a moment. She saluted him again, and he left.
  • She heard the undertone of bitterness in his voice, and she felt desolate. She would have traded her life to restore the power to his right arm.
  • Russ woke feeling sore and unrested, as if hed slept on concrete all night. Not surprising, considering hed slept on a stone floor, which is much like concrete. He rolled over and rubbed his eyes. Liseli lay next to him, grimacing in her sleep, her arms folded over her chest and her hands tucked under her chin. She seemed tense and defensive even in sleep, as if she were curled up against something assailing her in her dreams. Still, he didnt want to disturb her, since their waking reality couldnt be much better than a nightmare.
  • "Whatever it is, its fast." Tommy said as he and Trask searched around and beneath the many pieces of equipment stored on deck. A small, mostly white dog suddenly burst out from under a lifeboat cover just above Tommys head. With quick reflexes, Trask leapt and stretched out his arms as if he was catching the winning pass in a football game. The dog, which wasnt much larger than a football, landed in his arms and with a mighty kick rocketed away and flew another fifteen feet before landing lightly on the deck.
  • The tiny fingers refused to release their grip on the large black hand. Bobby unclasped her fingers and pushed her gently towards the light. Beth walked unsteadily away from him. He swung the light back into the cavern. The stench of dead flesh was overpowering. As he moved closer he could see arms, two naked torsos, legs, two heads….one larger than the other.
  • "Keep your eyes and you ears to yourself, peasant," the young man said. This was probably the son King Rexillion had told him about. Range wondered where the boy had been when the attack occurred. No doubt in the arms of the young lady. The boy was not more than fifteen and chock full of pride in his red tunic. If he was sowing his royal oats it was none of Ranges business.
  • Valentin slithered in and out of the press of sweating, perfumed humanity, being buffeted this way and that by arms raised to wave and elbows wielded as weapons. Knowing what the streets of Monsilys were going to be like, he had nonetheless chosen to walk rather than take the carriage through the town to the little house in the Dusk that had become his refuge. There the sweet Elodia awaited him, with hot food and good wine, and afterwards the pleasure of her company.
  • After resting we went on for a mile or moreGardt alert as always, and I half alert. He held out an arm to stop me, cupping an ear to listen. I came forward, and he mouthed, Hush!
  • Everyone else having somehow gotten too short suddenly wasn't as important. The room was still swinging around, only now it wasn't moving, I was. A pair of muscular arms encircled my tingling waist and legs, holding me tightly to a near rock-hard chest as Alec deftly weaved through the approaching crowd of students.
  • Her gaze went to those hollows and mounds making up his arms and the inky hair under them, to his chest, since the covers fell low to his hips. There was the merest glimpse of indented hip, but everything on him was dark, sleek, and taut. Her eyes lingered a moment on his nipples, peaked too, and a deepest peach. Up again, to his face, and those strong bones, the groves on his cheeks. She recalled studying anatomy and visiting museums, lingering at the male statuescold, white, marble compared to a living breathing man. Nothing could compare to that uniquely exotic face. He was vivid, too warm, and masculine.
  • "And be in the line of fire if it came to that? No thank you." Sarah put her arms around him. "Besides, I know that you really dont want to hurt anyone, unless they pose a serious threat."
  • Shiv reaches over his shoulder with both hands and to Brasiks astonishment, as he pulls his arms forward, a huge military tank thunders down around him, swallowing him up in the interior. The great bulk of the machine rumbles across the sidewalk. The tanks gun swivels towards Dukkon. Thinking that Shiv is about to fire, Dukkon stands his ground. No physical armament can harm him.
  • Kaymin watched with interest as Jian shifted slightly. It had been rather surprising when the prince had awoken on their first morning in Wherry to find Cheyne slumbering in the wizards arms, but despite Jians denials that anything interesting had happened, the prince still wondered.
  • "Steve, wake up! The door is open! I swear, if youre not awake in two seconds Im going to pull every single arm hair off of both of your arms!"
  • Caislyn looked at Gregore, her long time friend. He was beaming down at her from his lofty six foot four frame. He still had the same dopey grin she used to cherish,and she wished more than anything that she could be a normal girl at a normal party and throw her arms around him and run off to play pranks on the party-goers like they used to. Caislyn wasn't that normal girl anymore. Since her parents were taken her life was turned upside down and she didn't have the comfort of Gregore being around her anymore. "Greg, I'm..."
  • "Who is that?" Lynne asked, but the Doctor was in the dark about that too. Some of the little creatures began to extend their arms and their extremeties turned into strands of ivy which were beginning to wrap themselves around the Doctor and Lynne. It frightened Lynne and she tried to run away, but the creatures tightened their grip, toppled her over and covered her up to her neck in ivy. The Doctor thought about helping her but he was already being held by his legs and arms by the same ivy bindings inabeling him to move.
  • Eager to help one of the famous Nohrin, the soldier tensed, waiting to snatch the pack the instant it appeared. Holding out her arms, Sarah closed her eyes, picturing the bed in their quarters back at the castle. There, on the bed, was the pack. I want that pack to move from there to here, Sarah ordered. The pack appeared in her arms. Even before the weight could register or her back could file a complaint, Kern had leaned forward to snatch the heavy bag from Sarahs outstretched arms. She blinked. Wow, hes good!
  • As David spots Mike, he does an abrupt but insincere double-take, thrusting his arms to each side and shouting, "Hey Mikey? Mike McAneas? Is that really you?"
  • Chafe then the arm will need to be longer and it should be easy to estimate by how much.
  • "This is only part of her surprise…. Well what do you think about it, Jack?" he raised an arm towards the construction.
  • The electronica press have welcomed found with open arms, was that intentional?
  • Locked me in, he thought, blinking rapidly. But the lock on the door was nothing, the door with its little ironclad window was nothing, the chains were everything. Oh god, he lifted his hands, hearing the links click together as the chains lifted with them. His hands felt impossibly heavy. Ill never get out of these, he crossed his arms over his chest, feeling the cold metal weight down on his lungs. Dont panic.
  • I couldn't even imagine the grotesque form that hid under the burlap, it was inconceivable. Every ounce of life has been taken from this man. I stopped, the memory of the journal entries jumped into my mind. I reached for the journal. The sickening bone grind of movement returned as the burlap man's arm reached through the iron bars at the journal in my hand. "This is yours isn't it?" I didn't expect a reply. He stood silently groping for the journal.
  • The staff stubbornly retained its "billy-club" shape. Several loud squawks from somewhere above him had his eyes snapping back to the sky. Annoyed at the crackpot magician for giving him an experimental weapon, he decided to jam the club back into its holder. Suddenly, Steve grunted with surprise as his right arm was forcefully yanked downwards. The club had become a large heavy shield that he could barely lift off the ground. What good was this supposed to be?
  • We arrived back at the cell, the guard unlocked the door, and nudged me back in. I didnt fight. Why bother? What would it gain me? Tania lifted her head and stared at me through dim shadows. Her toothy smile slowly disappeared as I walked towards her, my shoulders slumped, my mouth turned downward. Her arms opened wide and I collapsed in her embrace.
  • "On the one hand, Super Storm Sandy was absolutely horrible, a human tragedy that caused tens of billions of dollars worth of property damage. But on the other hand, Sandy could turn out to be an economic shot in the arm.
  • Diane woke to the din of hundreds of shouting voices and blindingly bright light. Something was holding her upright, but not her own strength. Ropes. There were ropes around her. They bit into her torn flesh, hurting her arms, her waist, her thighs.
  • The man looks around, confused and holding his empty arms in front of him awkwardly. His head jerks backward as an invisible force connects with his jaw. Seconds later, his gun clatters to the floor in front of one of Mr. ORileys men.
  • "Just for tonight Ive made this room like it was when Akman slept here, with his chosen from the zenana." She slipped the gauze wrap from her shoulders. He looked at her dark hair, secured with a transparent scarf and a strand of pearls, and realized it contrasted perfectly with the green emerald brooch that swung gently against her forehead. She wore a necklace of pearl strands and about each upper arm was a band ringed with pearl drops. Her eyes and eyebrows were painted dark with kohl and her lips were a brilliant red
  • Pierre hastened to her. He thought she would give him her hand as usual; but she, stepping up to him, stopped, breathing heavily, her arms hanging lifelessly just in the pose she used to stand in when she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing, but with quite a different expression of face.
  • In the same way, if man plunges into multiplicity, is drowned in the universe and intoxicated by love of the world, is deceived by the smiles of ephemeral beings and casts himself into their arms, he certainly falls into infinite loss.
  • Leeton tenderly gathered up Alisiyas body in his arms, and without a word began to follow. Russ took Liselis hand and they brought up the rear.
  • Beijing has repeatedly urged iraq to allow arms inspectors to return.
  • Next day the troops assembled in their appointed places in the evening and advanced during the night. It was an autumn night with dark purple clouds, but no rain. The ground was damp but not muddy, and the troops advanced noiselessly, only occasionally a jingling of the artillery could be faintly heard. The men were forbidden to talk out loud, to smoke their pipes, or to strike a light, and they tried to prevent their horses neighing. The secrecy of the undertaking heightened its charm and they marched gaily. Some columns, supposing they had reached their destination, halted, piled arms, and settled down on the cold ground, but the majority marched all night and arrived at places where they evidently should not have been.
  • In the meantime, the convict had succeeded in lowering himself to a position near the sailor. It was high time; one minute more, and the exhausted and despairing man would have allowed himself to fall into the abyss. The convict had moored him securely with the cord to which he clung with one hand, while he was working with the other. At last, he was seen to climb back on the yard, and to drag the sailor up after him; he held him there a moment to allow him to recover his strength, then he grasped him in his arms and carried him, walking on the yard himself to the cap, and from there to the main-top, where he left him in the hands of his comrades.
  • Before Mark could react Kara stepped closer. She swung her arm back and with a force Sarah never expected her to have, she struck the back of his head to make him go limp.
  • Prince Andrew during the battle had been in attendance on the Austrian General Schmidt, who was killed in the action. His horse had been wounded under him and his own arm slightly grazed by a bullet. As a mark of the commander in chief's special favor he was sent with the news of this victory to the Austrian court, now no longer at Vienna (which was threatened by the French) but at Brunn. Despite his apparently delicate build Prince Andrew could endure physical fatigue far better than many very muscular men, and on the night of the battle, having arrived at Krems excited but not weary, with dispatches from Dokhturov to Kutuzov, he was sent immediately with a special dispatch to Brunn. To be so sent meant not only a reward but an important step toward promotion.
  • Roland felt the ground shuddering under him as the knights in the rank in front of him shot forward. In an instant, all he could see in the center of the field was a whirlwind of dust, flying lance splinters, and the tumbling bodies of mail-clad men. The clash of arms and the roar of the crowd combined in a hellish din.
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