It was a large hand, and somehow unfeeling; a hand more used to
gripping oars and ropes than the slender fingers of sixteen - year - old girls.
«I fear civilizing your classmates into respectable gentlemen will take more than teaching them to
grip an oar,» Blaikie went on cheerfully.
Not exact matches
Shifting her
grip on her
oars into one hand, she swiped at her lip with her other sleeve.