Her eyes were large and imploring as she was wheeled down the hall to a room in the pediatric ward.
His tortured gaze came back to her, imploring her to help.
No one shall hear a word from me," said Rostov in an imploring voice, "but I can't apologize, by God I can't, do what you will!
Natasha glanced with frightened imploring eyes at Prince Andrew and at her mother and went out.
She turned an imploring gaze on Justin.
Of France, who had just been defeated by Charles, sent to the sultan ambassadors and messages dwelling on the danger of allowing Charles's power to become too great, and imploring the assistance of Suleiman as the only means of preserving the balance of power in Europe.
Two painful interviews followed with the wife for whom he bore no love, and who for him could feel no respect; another imploring letter was sent to the king, and abject protestations and beseechings.
Her irritability had suddenly quite vanished, and her anxious, imploring eyes were fixed on him with greedy expectation.
He smiled and thanked her and when she left, he turned an imploring gaze back to Carmen.
On the day of his capture Monmouth wrote to James in terms of the most unmanly contrition, ascribing his wrong-doings to the action of others, and imploring an interview.
Totally devoid of dignity and heroism, he ended by surrendering and imploring mercy from the barbarian victor.
He wrote 3 to the Lords excusing his absence, requesting them to appoint a convenient time for his defence and cross-examination of witnesses, and imploring them not to allow their minds to be prejudiced against him, at the same time declaring that he would not " trick up an innocency with cavillations, but plainly and ingenuously declare what he knew or remembered."
At the same time his mother-in-law, Prince Vasili's wife, sent to him imploring him to come if only for a few minutes to discuss a most important matter.
Yes, my opinion, and only my opinion, added Prince Bolkonski, turning to Prince Vasili and answering his imploring look.
"Very well, then, be so good as to wait," said Prince Andrew to the general, in Russian, speaking with the French intonation he affected when he wished to speak contemptuously, and noticing Boris, Prince Andrew, paying no more heed to the general who ran after him imploring him to hear something more, nodded and turned to him with a cheerful smile.
"Go on, Uncle dear," Natasha wailed in an imploring tone as if her life depended on it.