1 He, fortunately, would usually see no more than the object and the hand that held it.
2 He held back the urge to move but swayed from side to side as he crouched there on the floor.
3 Now he let himself fall against the back of a nearby chair and held tightly to the edges of it with his little legs.
4 So Gregor did not go into the room, but leant against the inside of the other door which was still held bolted in place.
5 He hurried up onto the picture and pressed himself against its glass, it held him firmly and felt good on his hot belly.
6 He had not held his head carefully enough, though, and hit it as he fell; annoyed and in pain, he turned it and rubbed it against the carpet.
7 His mother, who still had not had time to catch her breath, began to cough dully, her hand held out in front of her and a deranged expression in her eyes.
8 Then his father gave him a hefty shove from behind which released him from where he was held and sent him flying, and heavily bleeding, deep into his room.
9 The other two held their hands behind their backs and continually rubbed them together in gleeful anticipation of a loud quarrel which could only end in their favour.
10 They no longer held the lively conversations of earlier times, of course, the ones that Gregor always thought about with longing when he was tired and getting into the damp bed in some small hotel room.
11 Leant back comfortably on their seats, they discussed their prospects and found that on closer examination they were not at all bad - until then they had never asked each other about their work but all three had jobs which were very good and held particularly good promise for the future.