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What's irresistible, above all, is her cradling, sensuous, gentle sound.
The men's tender cradling of the women, the crawling in a circle - these moments were as affecting as ever.
Cradling Veronica's disembodied hand to his chest, he picked a direction and ran off down the narrow corridor.
Panning and cradling were the usual methods of extracting the gold from the washdirt.
Cradling Jebel, he walked away.
He slept then, and there were no dreams or sudden wakings, only a gentle cradling by soft, invisible threads that held him firm.
An Evil Cradling was filmed as Blind Flight.
Cradling Meredith, she shooed Patrick out of her way and made him follow her to Dancer's vacated room.
Cradling Meredith, Maggie turned and held her daughter so Beryl and Rushton could see.
His suggestions go beyond the simple cradling of the racquet shaft on one-handed backhands or doubling the grip on two-handers.
Brian Keenan publishes An Evil Cradling, an autobiographical account of more than four years as a hostage in Beirut.
This time, most of the sign language presenters are using the neutral gesture of a hand motioned near the abdomen, but one simulates the cradling of a baby.
The tender cradling of a woman by a man, an echo from his 1962 "Aureole," suggests his love for women and his favoring of heterosexual stage liaisons.
Both shops organised evening readings with Mr Keenan talking about his experiences and reading passages from his account of captivity,An Evil Cradling (Hutchinson, £16.99).
The film is based on Keenan's memoir, An Evil Cradling and Some Other Rainbow by John McCarthy who was a screenplay consultant.
The poet is everywhere present in "An Evil Cradling," a beautifully and movingly written account of his four and half years as a hostage, which, perhaps more than any of the others, conveys the iron-hard reality of isolation.
The tremulous cradling of the Pomerania, steadily climbing the long leagues; her noble forecastle solemnly lifting against heaven, then descending with grave beauty into a spread of foaming beryl and snowdrift, seemed one with the rhythm of his pulse and heart.
Maim, yes, or wound; her hands, clasped inside those of her dancing partner, could have gripped the handle of a knife and driven it home; but to say her touch-or for that matter, her gentle cradling of a baby-was of itself lethal must must have been, as Henry suggested, merely superstition.