The arms pulled back from the wall, and the thing began to move.

She did something with her computer and his left arm pulled free.

The last thing she felt was his arms pulling her against him.

The arm beneath his pulled him away from the river once more.

Blocks of wood were placed under the feet and the arms pulled up high over the head.

His last sight of her was an arm pulling the door shut.

He put an arm around me, pulled me to him.

Then a strong arm pulled him into the embrace and, for the moment it lasted, everything was all right.

They groaned, and the left arm pulled loose from the back.

She put one arm about him, pulled him to her.