1 But life and death were in that glance.
2 He relighted his cigar and glanced around.
3 Just glance at your draggled skirts, for instance.
4 It was at this moment that I chanced to glance at Johansen.
5 He shot a glance in my direction to see if I was taking it in, and went on.
6 As we clung to the lee rail and worked our way aft, I happened to glance to leeward.
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7 But she divined the mockery in Wolf Larsen's words, and again favoured me with a sympathetic glance.
8 Mugridge heard and shot a swift glance at me, but I gave no sign that the conversation had reached me.
9 I shot a glance at the woman, but she was leaning back in the arm-chair, her eyes closed, unutterably tired.
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10 Between gulps of the molten stuff I glanced down at my raw and bleeding chest and turned to the Scandinavian.
11 I saw the smoke issuing from his lips as he slowly turned his head and glanced out over the water in my direction.
12 Pacing back and forth the length of the hatchways and savagely chewing the end of a cigar, was the man whose casual glance had rescued me from the sea.
13 "She must be a pretty old woman now," he said, staring meditatively into the binnacle and then jerking a sharp glance at Harrison, who was steering a point off the course.
14 Oh, only on the other side, he added, as though divining the suspicious glance I flung at his left leg, the knee of which had just then drawn up, and elevated the blankets.
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15 It was a careless, unpremeditated glance, one of those haphazard things men do when they have no immediate call to do anything in particular, but act because they are alive and must do something.
16 It was in such a storm, and the worst that we had experienced, that I cast a weary glance to leeward, not in quest of anything, but more from the weariness of facing the elemental strife, and in mute appeal, almost, to the wrathful powers to cease and let us be.
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17 Leach, his bandaged arm prominently to the fore, begged me to leave a few remnants of the cook for him; and Wolf Larsen paused once or twice at the break of the poop to glance curiously at what must have been to him a stirring and crawling of the yeasty thing he knew as life.
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