1 There's poor Nannie," said Eliza, looking at her, "she's wore out.
2 Then she had her plants in the conservatory and she liked looking after them.
3 The working-man is not looking for fat jobs for his sons and nephews and cousins.
4 Her brother always teased her before he obeyed and I stood by the railings looking at her.
5 They had hardly gone when Aunt Julia wandered slowly into the room, looking behind her at something.
6 I felt that his little beady black eyes were examining me but I would not satisfy him by looking up from my plate.
7 To follow the voice, without looking at the singer's face, was to feel and share the excitement of swift and secure flight.
8 Always hurry and scurry, looking for copy and sometimes not finding it: and then, always to have something new in your stuff.
9 It unnerved him to think that she would be at the supper-table, looking up at him while he spoke with her critical quizzing eyes.
10 There was nothing he liked, he said, so much as looking at a nice young girl, at her nice white hands and her beautiful soft hair.
11 The man passed through the crowd, looking on the spectacle generally with proud satisfaction and staring masterfully at the office-girls.
12 He walked towards us very slowly, always tapping the ground with his stick, so slowly that I thought he was looking for something in the grass.
13 Mrs. Kearney placed her daughter's clothes and music in charge of her husband and went all over the building looking for Mr. Holohan or Mr. Fitzpatrick.
14 Gabriel coloured, as if he felt he had made a mistake and, without looking at her, kicked off his goloshes and flicked actively with his muffler at his patent-leather shoes.
15 Mahony said it would be right skit to run away to sea on one of those big ships and even I, looking at the high masts, saw, or imagined, the geography which had been scantily dosed to me at school gradually taking substance under my eyes.
16 His cheekbones also gave his face a harsh character; but there was no harshness in the eyes which, looking at the world from under their tawny eyebrows, gave the impression of a man ever alert to greet a redeeming instinct in others but often disappointed.
17 He said that there was no time like the long ago and no music for him like poor old Balfe, whatever other people might say; and his eyes filled up so much with tears that he could not find what he was looking for and in the end he had to ask his wife to tell him where the corkscrew was.
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