1 The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him.
2 For a confused moment she tried to remember Charles' face--how he had looked when he slipped it on her finger.
3 She was tugging at her own wedding ring, the ring Scarlett knew had never once left that finger since Ashley put it there.
4 Melanie slipped the ring on her finger and looked at it lovingly.
5 Sherman hadn't laid a finger on it for all his frontal attacks, cavalry dashes and flank movements.
6 Seeing the panic written on the little black face and fearing she might alarm Melanie by crying out evil tidings, Scarlett hastily put her finger to her lips and left the window.
7 When he saw her, his face puckered and he began to cry, holding up a grubby bruised finger.
8 "Wade hungwy," he sobbed and put the hurt finger in his mouth.
9 She drank again, a slow train of warmth lighting in her veins and stealing through her body until even her finger tips tingled.
10 There it lay in this stranger's calloused dirty palm and soon it would find its way North and onto the finger of some Yankee woman who would be proud to wear stolen things.
11 Tonight she was alive to her finger tips, every sense alert with hope, her eyes sparkling.
12 There is always something wrong with his arguments but I never can put my finger on just what it is.
13 But she restrained herself and she found that twisting Yankee men around her finger was no more difficult than that same diversion had been with Southern men.
14 Nobody but a born gentleman could have put his finger on what is wrong with us as accurately as he just did, down there at the burying.
15 He paused and looked down at the baby, putting out a finger for the child to grip.