She sat up and spread her arms to the night.

A month ago, she said, a young man spread his arms and tried to stop her.

When they spread their arms to take a hard turn, she held his hand for a second.

Again Mark spread his arms, and started to move forward.

She walked to the center of the room and spread her arms.

Richard spread his arms, as if to ask her understanding.

He spread his arms to either side and turned slowly, so they could all get a good look at him.

Then he rose, spread his arms and began to speak again.

Paul stepped back from the fire and spread his arms.

She spread her arms as if any part of the universe was his for the taking.