They are the neckline, two sleeves, the bottom of the t-shirt, and four holes in the middle, two in the front, and two in the back because we can see the background through them.
You continue to elevate the pressure until the pressure in the cuff is more than the pressure of your heart pushing the blood to the end of your fingers, and then you start to come down.
Poor Jo, how she did glorify that plain man, as she sat knitting away so quietly, yet letting nothing escape her, not even the fact that Mr. Bhaer actually had gold sleeve–buttons in his immaculate wristbands.
She didn't look too enthusiastic about having Ron as a partner, though; her dark eyes lingered on the frayed neck and sleeves of his dress robes as she looked him up and down.
His rusty black frock-coat was buttoned right up in front, with the collar turned up, and his lank wrists protruded from his sleeves without a sign of cuff or shirt.