Her bare arms lay across the table, a deeper brown than ever under the electric light.

He looked big and tough, but the arm around the woman lay gently.

A trail of blood led from the table beside the bed to where Jack's artificial arm lay.

A slender white arm lay along the top of the door.

A severed arm lay a few yards to the east.

The old woman's arms lay across the child's body in an apparent last minute attempt to shield her.

Legs and arms lay 50 feet away from any body.

The two arms lay on the carpet and began to worm their way towards the bed.

His arm still lay there, so gently that she could not find it a pressure.

His arms lay folded on the counter in front of him.