His gaze shifted away from her.
Her wandering gaze came up to his face and warmth shot painfully up her neck.
Alex shifted a faintly amused gaze to Carmen.
His gaze shifted reflectively to nothing in particular.
His gaze became guarded.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
His gaze became wary and he spoke softly.
His gaze wandered over her face.
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
I suppose you feel so, too, when you gaze up to the stars in the stillness of the night, do you not?...
This gaze disturbed and confused Boris more and more.
His penetrating gaze prowled over her face and pounced on her eyes.
Señor Medena's reflective gaze rested on Carmen.
He plopped down in a chair, his intense gaze fixed on her.
His gaze shifted to include Carmen.
When Alex gave her a stern look, her hostile gaze shifted to her plate.
His gaze focused back on her.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Natasha watched him with an intent gaze that confused him, as if she were trying to find in his face the answer to some question.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
I am His gaze wandered over her face again.
His gaze traveled over her face expressionlessly as they danced away from the spot.
But now this head was swaying helplessly with the uneven movements of the bearers, and the cold listless gaze fixed itself upon nothing.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
Finally his gaze found Carmen as they walked toward the car.
His gaze traveled over her as she climbed out of her jeans.
His gaze flitted to Carmen as they passed.
His gaze lifted innocently to Carmen.
He nodded, his gaze drifting off in contemplation.
His gaze dropped to her nightgown and his brows lifted.
Jonathan glanced up at Alex, who met his gaze sternly.
He lowered the newspaper and his steady gaze met hers.
He continued to avoid her gaze, focusing on Felipa instead.
She met his gaze and smiled.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
Her anxious gaze went from Carmen to Alex and back again.
Felipa nodded, her gaze becoming absent again.
Felipa lifted a steady gaze to Carmen.
His gaze dropped to her waist and an eyebrow shot up.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
She let her gaze fall sternly on Dulce's face.
Alex looked stern, and when Carmen met his gaze, he looked down at his plate.
His gaze was reflective.
Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not?
Kutuzov ceased chewing and fixed an astonished gaze on Wolzogen, as if not understanding what was said to him.
Swaying from side to side on his long, thin legs in his fluttering dressing gown, this lunatic was running impetuously, his gaze fixed on Rostopchin, shouting something in a hoarse voice and making signs to him to stop.
In the deep gaze that seemed to look not outwards but inwards there was an almost hostile expression as he slowly regarded his sister and Natasha.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
His gaze shifted back to Alex.
He hesitated, his gaze becoming intense.
Finally her sober gaze came back to Carmen.
Her calculating gaze ran over Carmen from head to toe and she smiled.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
The grin faded and he started to look frightened.
His gaze wandered over her face in that familiar way.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
She snickered at the unintentional pun and Alex frowned, his gaze an unspoken question.
His gaze was clearly focused on her half exposed breasts.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
"Yes, that's me!" she seemed to say, answering the rapt gaze with which Denisov followed her.
She felt all the time as if she might at any moment penetrate that on which--with a terrible questioning too great for her strength--her spiritual gaze was fixed.
He glanced once at the companion's face, saw her attentive and kindly gaze fixed on him, and, as often happens when one is talking, felt somehow that this companion in the black dress was a good, kind, excellent creature who would not hinder his conversing freely with Princess Mary.
His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.
His cool gaze shifted idly from Felipa to Señor Medena.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
His gaze wandered over her face.
When he spotted her, that sweet chocolate gaze locked on her, visually embracing her from across the room.
Rostov felt Denisov's gaze fixed on him, raised his eyes, and instantly dropped them again.
Langeron lifted his eyes with an expression of perplexity, turned round to Miloradovich as if seeking an explanation, but meeting the latter's impressive but meaningless gaze drooped his eyes sadly and again took to twirling his snuffbox.
He paused, his gaze still on Pierre, and moved aside on the sofa by way of inviting the other to take a seat beside him.
This mirrorlike gaze and those delicate hands irritated Prince Andrew, he knew not why.
While Natasha was fixing her gaze on her for the second time the lady looked round and, meeting the count's eyes, nodded to him and smiled.
He looked around, and in the direct, respectful, wondering gaze fixed upon him he read sympathy with what he had said.
His searching gaze ran over her face again.
Look at the kitten's intelligent eyes;" (here Eureka closed her eyes sleepily) "gaze at her smiling countenance!"
The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that now reviews the vision.
Morino's uncomfortable gaze shifted from Señor Medena to Alex, and then to Carmen, but he said nothing.
Kutuzov slightly shook his head and not taking his penetrating gaze from Rostopchin's face muttered softly: