Now, as she sat Clasping her knees, her little body grew all trembling and weak again as she lived over the terrible moment when she had reached him just in time to drag him back from the edge, and to cuddle and caress him, until he lifted up his voice and wept, not because he was in the least troubled or hurt, but because it seemed to be the right thing to do.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
He still sat Clasping his knees.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Kent forced the words out naturally, and kept his breath even, and his arms from Clasping her.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower