Chapter

 1 2 |    broken wrists and crushed fingers. He had not confessed a
 2 2 |    which the pressure of the fingers against the pencil squeezed
 3 3 |      of his companion as the fingers of a player on the keys
 4 11|    the convulsively clinched fingers of Rosa the yellowish leaf
 5 14| other with the tips of their fingers through the wire grating. ~"
 6 16|    hand with the tips of his fingers. ~The young man had been
 7 16|     tenderly the tips of her fingers. Did he do so because the
 8 17|    of gold brocade, with her fingers held up, and showing in
 9 17|    the soil with his crooked fingers. ~"Take care, sir, take
10 17| gathered, with his trembling fingers, the remnants of that bulb
11 20| gently frittered between his fingers to see whether the bulb
12 22|   tulip between her delicate fingers. Touch it gently, Rosa.
13 24|  hold of the bars, which his fingers still grasped convulsively.