I beat my hands on the wall with rage.

It felt as if he were beating his hands against a wall.

He beat his hands, but failed in exciting any sensation.

I repeatedly beat my hands upon the rocks to get some sort of life into them.

But I got him up a couple of feet farther, beat my hands to warm them, and started at it again.

She went on beating her little hands against the heavy door.

She beat her hands together in a wild longing for inspiration.

She cried out in fear, and beat her hands against Johnny's arms.

Turning, she beat her hands frantically against the rusty door.

He shivered in the chill and beat his hands together to try to get them warm.