'Empty sleeve?' 'Yes,' said I, 'an empty sleeve.' 'It's an empty sleeve, is it?

Yeah, a crane with lifting straps.

See that sleeve.

And you're very careful how you put the straps, particularly the leg straps because they go between your legs.

Don't pull my sleeve.

I held his sleeve.

Roll up your right sleeve.

I'll get my sleeve back.

He held her by the sleeve.

His sleeve touched the greasy pan.

I have a card up my sleeve.

I have other cards up my sleeve.

I should've worn a short sleeve shirt.

I know he's laughing up his sleeve.

Well? No hand just an empty sleeve.

I wear short sleeve shirts in the summer.

In the summer, I wear short sleeve shirts.

She laughed up her sleeve at his failure.

I'm sure he has something up his sleeve.

Father made a long tear in his sleeve.

Ah, poor Hay Seed! how bitterly will burst those straps in the first howling gale, when thou art driven, straps, buttons, and all, down the throat of the tempest.

My father made a long tear in his sleeve.

The dog has bitten a hole in my sleeve.

Nothing goes up or down my sleeve, no trickery.

BDSM, Kink, Raunch, Leather, Jock Straps, Cock Ring, Tit Clamps, both Dom and Submissive.

Then they strapped my legs and arms to the metal bed with thick leather straps.

The president of that company has an ace up her sleeve.

And to make sure nothing goes up or down my sleeve

Misdirection isn't the only trick that comedy has up its sleeve.

I pulled her by the sleeve, but she went on talking unconcernedly.

You saw it was an empty sleeve?' He stood up right away.

Queer thing to see an empty sleeve come at you like that!

In bespeaking his sea outfit, he orders bell buttons to his waistcoats straps to his canvas trowsers.

And of course, if your leg straps aren't set right, at that point you get another little thrill.

All those tricks he's got up his sleeve make him a formidable client.

'How the devil,' said I, 'can you move an empty sleeve like that?'

I have to give you a shot so, please lift up your sleeve.

My daughter held on to my coat sleeve and would not let me go.

What the devil keeps that sleeve up and open, if there's nothing in it?

Stared at me with those black goggles of his, and then at his sleeve. Well?

Jeeves, I said, haven't you any scheme up your sleeve for coping with this blighter?

He never said a word just glared, and put his sleeve back in his pocket quickly.

I knew there was more open water. And I had a secret weapon up my sleeve.

Keep that ace up your sleeve. If you're going to show it, have another even further up.

So, I had to use my legs to hold my feet into the straps that were loose, which was a real problem for me.