John takes the boy in his arms, father and son finally holding close.

It was only that his arm really wouldn't hold him any longer.

She tried to move away, but his arms held her tight.

Richard's arm was still holding me close to his body.

His arms held her but no more tightly than they had a moment before.

The other two had their arms full holding her; she was almost more than they could handle.

At least, two arms hold the elephant skin around the body.

He went around and knelt, with his arms holding her close.

The other arm was holding Adam out of the water.

Still, his arm held her above him as if she were a feather.