"I want none of you! There's poison in your touch!" He raised his hand like a guard, but two lean, thin hands, incredibly strong, closed on his wrists.
"A woman's love," went on the old buccaneer of the South Seas, "is stronger than armor plate to save the man she cares for.

You can't see it; you could never see it! But I tell you there are times when the ghosts have come close to me, and then sometimes I've seen the shadows of thin, small hands come in front of me and push them back.

The hands of Beatrice push them back, and they're helpless to harm me!".