1 But his hands were bluish with cold.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 2 He looked at Athy's rolled-up sleeves and knuckly inky hands.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 3 He kept his hands in the side pockets of his belted grey suit.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 4 Eileen had long thin cool white hands too because she was a girl.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 Stephen knelt down quickly pressing his beaten hands to his sides.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 Mrs Dedalus was eating little and Dante sat with her hands in her lap.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 7 So long and cruel they were, though the white fattish hands were not cruel but gentle.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 8 Stephen looked with affection at Mr Casey's face which stared across the table over his joined hands.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 9 Mr Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly bowed his head on his hands with a sob of pain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 10 One evening when playing tig she had put her hands over his eyes: long and white and thin and cold and soft.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 11 It would be nice to lie on the hearthrug before the fire, leaning his head upon his hands, and think on those sentences.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 12 But Mr Gleeson had round shiny cuffs and clean white wrists and fattish white hands and the nails of them were long and pointed.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 13 There was a noise of rising and dressing and washing in the dormitory: a noise of clapping of hands as the prefect went up and down telling the fellows to look sharp.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 14 Fleming knelt down, squeezing his hands under his armpits, his face contorted with pain; but Stephen knew how hard his hands were because Fleming was always rubbing rosin into them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 15 Once he had washed his hands in the lavatory of the Wicklow Hotel and his father pulled the stopper up by the chain after and the dirty water went down through the hole in the basin.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 16 Then at the door of the castle the rector had shaken hands with his father and mother, his soutane fluttering in the breeze, and the car had driven off with his father and mother on it.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 17 And though he trembled with cold and fright to think of the cruel long nails and of the high whistling sound of the cane and of the chill you felt at the end of your shirt when you undressed yourself yet he felt a feeling of queer quiet pleasure inside him to think of the white fattish hands, clean and strong and gentle.
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