1 Her eye, full of fire, glanced sideways at Vronsky.
2 "To do good, probably," said the prince with a twinkle in his eye.
3 They believe in the evil eye, and in witchcraft and omens, while we.
4 Every now and then he went to the "infernal" to keep an eye on Yashvin.
5 Her name, written in blue pencil, "Anna," was the first thing that caught his eye.
6 Well, mind you crumble up the clods," said Levin, going towards his horse, "and keep an eye on Mishka.
7 Every eye, every opera glass, was turned on the brightly colored group of riders at the moment they were in line to start.
8 Crossing the meadow, Konstantin Levin came out onto the road, and met an old man with a swollen eye, carrying a skep on his shoulder.
9 For the few seconds during which the visitors were gazing at the picture in silence Mihailov too gazed at it with the indifferent eye of an outsider.
10 When they reached a little marsh Levin would have driven by, but Stepan Arkadyevitch, with the experienced eye of a sportsman, at once detected reeds visible from the road.
11 He was nine years old; he was a child; but he knew his own soul, it was precious to him, he guarded it as the eyelid guards the eye, and without the key of love he let no one into his soul.
12 Directly Vronsky went towards her, she drew in a deep breath, and, turning back her prominent eye till the white looked bloodshot, she started at the approaching figures from the opposite side, shaking her muzzle, and shifting lightly from one leg to the other.
13 She watched his progress towards the pavilion, saw him now responding condescendingly to an ingratiating bow, now exchanging friendly, nonchalant greetings with his equals, now assiduously trying to catch the eye of some great one of this world, and taking off his big round hat that squeezed the tips of his ears.
14 He felt all the torture of his own and her position, all the difficulty there was for them, conspicuous as they were in the eye of all the world, in concealing their love, in lying and deceiving; and in lying, deceiving, feigning, and continually thinking of others, when the passion that united them was so intense that they were both oblivious of everything else but their love.