He started to leave, but she caught at his sleeve.

Only the girl's mother continued to pull at my sleeve.

As he was turning away, she caught at his sleeve and stopped him.

Suddenly he was on his feet, grabbing at her sleeve.

Something tugged at my right sleeve, and I looked down.

But she was moving with the first sound, felt something tug at her right sleeve.

But as he was about to move on she tugged at his sleeve.

Then as she turned to go, he plucked at her sleeve.

I walked into the living room and tugged at my mother's sleeve.

She plucked at her father's sleeve, trying to turn him toward the door.