Then his hand dropped, and all was as it had been.

His hands came up as if to cover them and then dropped back.

He let his hand drop away, but continued to study my face.

She had to be close to death; for a moment her hands dropped.

His hand let go of her arm and dropped back to the floor.

A large brown hand dropped into view and picked up the key.

But over time, his hands had dropped to the point that they were almost chest high.

His hand would drop the box and reach for the gun.

Her hands dropped and she began crying without a sound.

His hands dropped lower and pressed me hard against him.