Her other hand kept moving to my face every time I talked.
Her free hand she kept on the arm of the chair.
A hand on his shoulder kept Mark where he was.
The hands of his watch kept moving, but at that moment he didn't care.
The hand kept moving as if trying to reach something.
The hand kept moving, and I pulled away from it.
Thus our second hand would not keep very good time.
The older hands kept out of the way for the most part.
If our hands keep busy, we should not want for anything.
I wondered what she would do if my hand kept going.
