1 Their arms had slipped apart and they stood motionless, each seeking to distinguish the other's face.
2 Then she recrossed the floor and lifted two of the geranium pots in her arms, moving them away from the cold window.
3 For a while she sat motionless, as if reflecting, her arms stretched along the arms of her chair, her eyes fixed on vacancy.
4 She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.
5 He saw her quick lids beating back the tears, and longed to take her in his arms and soothe her.
6 Mattie suddenly drew her arms out of the steaming water.
7 He took her in his arms, pressing her close, and with a trembling hand smoothed away the hair from her forehead.
8 Then she snatched her hands from his, threw her arms about his neck, and pressed a sudden drenched cheek against his face.
9 She waited while he seated himself with crossed legs in the front of the sled; then she crouched quickly down at his back and clasped her arms about him.
10 As they flew toward the tree Mattie pressed her arms tighter, and her blood seemed to be in his veins.
11 In the beginning, the Troop had been recruited exclusively from the sons of planters, a gentleman's outfit, each man supplying his own horse, arms, equipment, uniform and body servant.
12 As soon as she was beneath the gnarled arms of the cedars, she knew she was safe from observation from the house and she slowed her swift pace.
13 And her heart went up to God in sincere thankfulness that a pathway for her feet had been opened--out of her misery and straight to the arms of Ashley.
14 Such a glowing morning usually called Scarlett to the window, to lean arms on the broad sill and drink in the scents and sounds of Tara.
15 After all she was not ashamed of her neck and arms and bosom, even if it was not correct to show them in the morning.