71.   Your hands are dirty.

72.   Her hand was unmoving on his balls.

73.   His hand was gnarled and bony.

74.   By that time I was very hungry, my arms were getting sore and my hands were red with gripping the spade and digging into the sand by themselves.

75.   I try to thump him with my left, though my hand is a ball of pain.

76.   His hands were clean and well-manicured.

77.   He noticed too, that her hands were beautiful, not very small, but slender with long, well-kept nails impeccably lacquered.

78.   As her finger jabbed the button, suddenly a firm hand was on her sleeve.

79.   Suddenly, as she still slept, a hand was on her shoulder, ripping her roughly from her bed.

80.   His hand was on her breast, moulding, caressing through the thin cotton fabric of her T-shirt.