She was holding on to the sleeve of his jacket.

Then I saw that the sleeve of his jacket was empty.

There was a hole in the sleeve of his jacket.

The sleeves of his jacket were grabbed by a man on each side.

They'd cut off the sleeve of my jacket and sweater.

I held on to the jacket sleeve like a man possessed.

He grabbed my jacket sleeve and pulled but the going was too slow.

Then she turned and got out, as my fingers trailed down the sleeve of her jacket.

An officer with three gold stripes on the sleeves of his jacket came forward.

The sleeve of his black jacket brushed against a leaf.