Or sometimes a woman would say something, and all the women would clap.

The woman clapped the palm of one hand across her hollow, darkened eyes.

The woman clapped her hands in front of her, fingers extended.

A devoted woman, her face a blur, clapping from the wings.

At the other tables, both men and women are clapping in time to the driving beat of a marching song.

In the distance, women raised their hands over their heads and clapped.

Now, the women clap for themselves when class is over.

The thirteen men and women clapped their gloved hands in admiration.

The young women clapped and took swigs from their water bottles.

A tiny little woman one pew up clapped her hands and sang along.