1 He would not go away, but stared at us sarcastically.
2 But I--I stared at him with spite and hatred and so it went on.
3 So the same thought may have been straying through her mind when she was staring at me just before.
4 This time the usual staring manoeuvres had scarcely begun when I lost my temper and flew at him in a fury.
5 If I held out and pretended not to notice these stares, he would, still in silence, proceed to further tortures.
6 So we stared at one another for two minutes; at last he turned with deliberation and dignity and went back again for two hours.
7 just now and did not say one word to one another all the time, and it was only afterwards you began staring at me like a wild creature, and I at you.
8 It had happened that in my fury I did not even ask him what he wanted, but simply raised my head sharply and imperiously and began staring back at him.
9 He would begin by fixing upon me an exceedingly severe stare, keeping it up for several minutes at a time, particularly on meeting me or seeing me out of the house.
10 But I did not notice the door from the passage softly and slowly open at that instant and a figure come in, stop short, and begin staring at us in perplexity I glanced, nearly swooned with shame, and rushed back to my room.
11 If I suddenly asked him what he wanted, he would make me no answer, but continue staring at me persistently for some seconds, then, with a peculiar compression of his lips and a most significant air, deliberately turn round and deliberately go back to his room.
12 All at once, A PROPOS of nothing, he would walk softly and smoothly into my room, when I was pacing up and down or reading, stand at the door, one hand behind his back and one foot behind the other, and fix upon me a stare more than severe, utterly contemptuous.