1 He stopped short, not grasping what he heard.
2 The mills had been her darlings, her pride, the fruit of her small grasping hands.
3 The negroes had frolicked through the legislature, grasping aliens had mismanaged the government, private individuals had enriched themselves from public funds.
4 The broad, straight, unenticing gashes of the streets let in the grasping prairie on every side.
5 Suddenly he came to a halt by the bulwarks, and inserting his bone leg into the auger-hole there, and with one hand grasping a shroud, he ordered Starbuck to send everybody aft.
6 It makes a woman grasping to see her children want for things.
7 The trouble is," sighed the Doctor, grasping her meaning intuitively, "that youth is given up to illusions.
8 A desperate and fruitless struggle to recover the branch succeeded, and then the savage was seen for a fleeting instant, grasping wildly at the empty air.
9 He then seated himself in the center of the cavern, grasping his remaining pistol with a hand convulsively clenched, while his contracted and frowning eye announced the sullen desperation of his purpose.
10 The mother sank under the blow, and fell, grasping at her child, in death, with the same engrossing love that had caused her to cherish it when living.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 17 11 Instead of grasping at the chance of safety which that offered him, he sprang from his bed and flew at my throat.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART II: CHAPTER VI. A CONTINUATION OF THE REMINISCENCES OF JOHN W... 12 Anyhow, I feel great grasping white hands in the air, wanting to get hold of the throat of anybody who tries to live, to live beyond money, and squeeze the life out.
13 Oh, no, no, never mind,' said the young woman, grasping Oliver's hand; 'I'm better now.
14 While the reddleman was grasping the stakes Wildeve seized the dice and hurled them, box and all, into the darkness, uttering a fearful imprecation.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 3: 8 A New Force Disturbs the Current 15 Her hands were grasping the arms of her chair, and I saw that the pink nails had turned white with the pressure of her grip.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 13. Fixing the Nets