She gathered the belt and clutched it to her breast.

And the book clutched to her breast like a beloved child.

She gazed up at him, clutching the book to her breast.

With a cry, she sat up, the covers clutched to her breast.

She made a fist over the star and clutched it to her breast.

She clutched his head to her breast and gave herself to this instant out of time.

She seemed to be gasping for breath and held a hand clutched to her breast.

She clutched the book to her breast and put one hand to her face.

And she clutched them to her breast as if they were the only hope she had left.

I stood before her, clutching the Fool's corpse to my breast.