1 There was nothing he cared for now so much as to sit and look at the baby.
2 The girls wear ready-made dresses or shirt waists, and some of them look quite pretty.
3 It was the one consolation of Jurgis' long imprisonment that now he had time to look at his baby.
4 Then his look turned toward Ona, who stood close to his side, and he saw the wide look of terror in her eyes.
5 Then in the morning there was no time to look at him, so really the only chance the father had was on Sundays.
6 Later that afternoon he and Ona went out to take a walk and look about them, to see more of this district which was to be their home.
7 It was a great help to a person who had to toil all the week to be able to look forward to some such relaxation as this on Saturday nights.
8 She stood in the doorway, shepherded by Cousin Marija, breathless from pushing through the crowd, and in her happiness painful to look upon.
9 He was all that she had to look to, and if he failed she would be lost; he would wrap his arms about her, and try to hide her from the world.
10 The third man is very fat, with a round, red, sentimental nose, and he plays with his eyes turned up to the sky and a look of infinite yearning.
11 This is quite irresistible, and every one in the room joins in, until the place becomes a maze of flying skirts and bodies quite dazzling to look upon.
12 He wanted to know what was going on at the meetings, and to be able to take part in them, and so he began to look about him, and to try to pick up words.
13 He saw the lawyer look up and laugh, and he gave a gasp; the man said something to Szedvilas, and Jurgis turned upon his friend, his heart almost stopping.
14 As Jurgis came in, the first cattle of the morning were just making their appearance; and so, with scarcely time to look about him, and none to speak to any one, he fell to work.
15 Then there was nothing more for him to do but go with the crowd in the morning, and keep in the front row and look eager, and when he failed, go back home, and play with little Kotrina and the baby.
16 The second violin is a Slovak, a tall, gaunt man with black-rimmed spectacles and the mute and patient look of an overdriven mule; he responds to the whip but feebly, and then always falls back into his old rut.
17 They crossed the railroad tracks, and then on each side of the street were the pens full of cattle; they would have stopped to look, but Jokubas hurried them on, to where there was a stairway and a raised gallery, from which everything could be seen.
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