She was stumbling down the stairs, clutching the banister rail.

She got up, gripping the banister rail but smiling to herself.

Ned guided himself with one hand on the banister rail.

Ned put his hand on the banister rail as though he wanted to shake it loose.

He was walking backwards, his left hand on the banister rail.

He descended the stairs slowly in the dark, his hand holding tightly on to the banister rail.

I know,' He started up the stairs, clinging tightly to the banister rail.

Keeping his hand on the banister rail, he stepped slowly downstairs.

From between the banister rails, Eleanor saw her uncle.

The other was gripping the banister rail, her knuckles white and bony.