Uncle George looked at his arm.

He couldn’t hardly lift his arm.

His head rested on his left arm.

Hernandez put his arm around him.

Dick had three axes under his arm.

Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him.

The lady had placed another arm around his neck.

Do I have to let her put her arm around my neck?

Uncle George was standing against the wall, looking at his arm.

They met and the referee put his arm on each of their shoulders.

I grabbed his arm and he pulled loose and said, “Oh, leave me alone.”

He grabs Jack’s arm and says, “Can I hit when he’s got me like this?”

The referee had been holding Walcott back with one arm while he counted.

Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said.

The girl who took our order put her arm around Guy’s neck while we were looking at the menu.

Jim had his arm around her and every little way they stopped and pressed against each other and Jim kissed her.

He was wearing his cape and had his cap on, and he came directly toward my machine and put his arm on my shoulder.

She bit Uncle George on the arm and Uncle George said, “Damn squaw bitch!” and the young Indian who had rowed Uncle George over laughed at him.

Gatsby took an arm of each of us and moved forward into the restaurant, whereupon Mr. Wolfshiem swallowed a new sentence he was starting and lapsed into a somnambulatory abstraction.

Before I could reply that he was my neighbour dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.

Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motorboat that bumped the tide offshore.

He shook hands with everyone, explained that to a Fascist and a man as used to travelling as himself there was no discomfort, and climbed up on the running-board on the left-hand side of the car, holding on inside, his right arm through the open window.

Then, at the end of the fifth swing, he held the cape against his hip and pivoted, so the cape swung out like a ballet dancer’s skirt and wound the bull around himself like a belt, to step clear, leaving the bull facing Zurito on the white horse, come up and planted firm, the horse facing the bull, its ears forward, its lips nervous, Zurito, his hat over his eyes, leaning forward, the long pole sticking out before and behind in a sharp angle under his right arm, held halfway down, the triangular iron point facing the bull.