She spoke in a low voice, her hands clenched on the table.

My hands were clenched and I could see them shake.

She looked down at that, her hands clenched beneath the table.

She tried to relax, found that her hands were clenched white.

Another figure stood on the other side of the bed, hands clenched and eyes narrowed.

Then he sat back down again, his hands clenched into fists.

She stopped, staring out of the window, her hands clenched together.

Slowly the hand over her heart clenched into a fist.

It made a difference, he told himself as his hands clenched into fists.

Her hands were clenched and she fought to keep calm.