She remembers the grasp of fingers she has held before, all the characteristic tightening of the muscles that makes one person's handshake different from that of another.
Rob boldly looked her up and down, his handshake firm and lingering.
No handshake for Julie; she gave each of us a robust hug.
Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.
A hearty handshake or a friendly letter gives me genuine pleasure.