I am looking for the king.
"Well, my boy," said the king, "are you looking for your father?"
Everyone was looking at her.
By looking at how the genome varies between people with a genetic condition and people without it, we can identify the troublemaking gene.
"That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily.
Looking down at him, she sighed.
"Nothing," he said without looking at her.
What kind of job are you looking for?
Keeping her voice conversational, she asked him without looking up.
Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.
Apparently finding what he was looking for, he finally shrugged.
Paintings hung on every wall and expensive looking pottery lamps with hand painted shades gave the room a warm glow.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
You are sure it is somewhere in your mind near the top--you saw it there the other day when you were looking up the beginnings of the Reformation.
The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself.
I was looking for you.
She frowned, looking at the suitcase.
His foes were looking for him.
For instance, I could hand carve bird calls and then advertise them only to people who are looking at online content about hand-carved bird calls or who search the Internet for information about hand-carved bird calls.
One large bundle held their all--bed, coffee-mill, looking-glass, hens--all but the cat; she took to the woods and became a wild cat, and, as I learned afterward, trod in a trap set for woodchucks, and so became a dead cat at last.
He paused, looking uncomfortable.
Carmen stood looking after him and then sighed.
I guess because the only one who should be looking at it is my husband.
Without looking away, he addressed his request to Connie.
He was a tall dark figure in the night, as he stood looking down at her.
The machine should start looking for correlations we would not expect.
The preparations for my tea are nearly completed, and I am looking forward joyfully to the event.
It began to pull and tug, and lo, the wires broke, and off went the great red dragon, and poor Dr. Bell stood looking forlornly after it.
Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black.
He leaned back, looking perplexed.
"Very nice," Alex agreed without looking up.
Alex was staring down at Matthew, looking completely overwhelmed.
"Maybe Jim will go," continued Dorothy, looking at the horse.
On the seat opposite me sat my big rag doll, Nancy, in a new gingham dress and a beruffled sunbonnet, looking at me out of two bead eyes.
How young-looking he is!
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
In a quiet room with no one looking on, she managed to get her emotions under control by focusing on Destiny.
Alex was looking down at her, his expression unreadable.
He pulled the pajama top shut and started buttoning it without looking up.
She wasn't looking forward to being in the room with Alex right now - especially so with the children there to listen.
Apparently he found what he was looking for, because a smile touched the corners of his mouth and his eyes warmed.
Why would a good looking wealthy man move to the country, become a veterinarian and marry a country hick?
"Mom," Katie said without looking up.
After the doctor left, Carmen stood over Destiny, looking down at her tiny body while she slept.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
Destiny immediately followed her command, looking back at the skunk.
It was wandering in circles and looking around.
So why was she looking for more?
Actually, it wasn't romance she was looking for.
It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but it might be helpful.
Señor Medena was looking at him in a strange way.
Allen was good looking, popular and exciting.
She crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.
She should be looking for a replacement vehicle, but having another car in the garage would only be a reminder that there was no one left to drive it.
He started the car and they drove off, leaving Connie standing there on the curb looking after them with a troubled expression.
She stiffened, wondering if the job was genuine - or was he was simply looking for a mistress?
If he caught her in the woods, she could say she was looking for wild flowers.
"Looking for flowers again?" he asked dryly.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
He has a way of looking at you...
Examining the envelope, she replied without looking at him.
Neither of them was looking for a mate.
Still looking back at it, he started for the house.
Back in his arms, Tammy leaned forward with her nose on his, looking into his eyes.
She simply wasn't looking at it – or maybe for it.
She opened the door without looking, ready to welcome Connie.
How did you know Allen was looking for me?
It was simple enough to wander around outside, as if she were looking for something.
I was beginning to think you went out in the woods again, looking for flowers.
"Yes," she answered, looking gravely at his tousled hair and blinking gray eyes.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
"Dear me!" murmured the Wizard, looking at his pets in astonishment.
"I should say so!" grunted another of the piglets, looking uneasily at the kitten; "cats are cruel things."
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
He got his satchel from the buggy and, opening it, took out two deadly looking revolvers that made the children shrink back in alarm just to look at.
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden Gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
"Where is your mother?" asked the Wizard, anxiously looking around.
"Yes, I am," she answered, looking all around to see where the voice came from.
And in it were some odd little pictures, which he never grew tired of looking at.
Now the landlord prided himself upon keeping a first-class hotel, and he feared that his guests would not like the rough-looking traveler.
But they will be looking for you.
All your court has been looking for you for the past two hours.
You could start looking around for lines that connect things we didn't previously think were connected.
Let's address that by looking at two phenomena: the changing definitions of poverty over time, and the effect of a large gap between the incomes of the rich and poor.
At that point, people flee the land looking for a better deal.
They should be advocating that genetically modified crops be created not because it would result in better looking strawberries, but because GM crops don't require fertilizer or pesticides.
The article also describes a second project where a group of young entrepreneurs who look as if they could be in a garage band are fitting deceptively innocent-looking hardware into a prototype 'Internet in a suitcase.'
Later that evening when Simonides was at a banquet with Scopas, he got word that two young men were outside looking for him.
Augustine describes a day when he saw his mentor, Ambrose, looking intently at an open book.
Ambrose replied that he was looking at the words and reading them that way.
The queer-looking Japanese musical instruments, and their beautiful works of art were interesting.
I was surprised to find Mrs. Keller a very young-looking woman, not much older than myself, I should think.
She follows with her hands every motion you make, and she knew that I was looking for the doll.
Later Helen came to my room, looking very sad, and wanted to kiss me.
She hugged and kissed me, and the quiet-looking divine who sat on the other side of her.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
After awhile he went nearer, and looking closely at the buds, found that they were folded up, leaf over leaf, as eyelids are folded over sleeping eyes, so that Birdie thought they must be asleep.
One pleasant morning in the beautiful springtime, I thought I was sitting on the soft grass under my dear mother's window, looking very earnestly at the rose-bushes which were growing all around me.
Then looking more closely at the trees around, they saw that the treasure was all melting away, and that much of it was already spread over the leaves of the oak trees and maples, which were shining with their gorgeous dress of gold and bronze, crimson and emerald.
Their fears were well founded, for their long absence had alarmed the king, and he had started out to look for his tardy servants, and just as they were all hidden, he came along slowly, looking on all sides for the fairies.
The entrance to the palace is at the end of an arched recess, and it is guarded night and day by twelve soldierly-looking white Bears.
Then looking around more closely, they saw that much of the treasure was already melted, for the oaks and maples were arrayed in gorgeous dresses of gold and crimson and emerald.
"Twelve soldierly-looking white bears" is a stroke of genius, and there is beauty of rhythm throughout the child's narrative.
My furniture, part of which I made myself--and the rest cost me nothing of which I have not rendered an account--consisted of a bed, a table, a desk, three chairs, a looking-glass three inches in diameter, a pair of tongs and andirons, a kettle, a skillet, and a frying-pan, a dipper, a wash-bowl, two knives and forks, three plates, one cup, one spoon, a jug for oil, a jug for molasses, and a japanned lamp.
I may be either the driftwood in the stream, or Indra in the sky looking down on it.
Looking around he would exclaim "By George!"
But, looking directly down into our waters from a boat, they are seen to be of very different colors.
It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
The laborer, looking into it at evening, purifies his thoughts of the dross and earthiness which they have accumulated during the day.
It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
"It is the Buonapartists who say that," replied the vicomte without looking at Pierre.
"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.
Pierre smiled, looking about him merrily.
Pierre drank one glass after another, looking from under his brows at the tipsy guests who were again crowding round the window, and listening to their chatter.
Anatole turned to the Englishman and taking him by one of the buttons of his coat and looking down at him--the Englishman was short--began repeating the terms of the wager to him in English.
Oh! he muttered, looking down from the window at the stones of the pavement.
A tall, stout, and proud-looking woman, with a round-faced smiling daughter, entered the drawing room, their dresses rustling.
Sonya, muttering to herself, kept looking round toward the drawing-room door.
"Still the same; but what can you expect, this noise..." said the princess, looking at Anna Mikhaylovna as at a stranger.
Pierre stood looking at the sisters; then he bowed and said: Then I will go to my rooms.
But Boris spoke distinctly, clearly, and dryly, looking straight into Pierre's eyes.
"Oui, madame," replied he, looking around him.
Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles.
Natasha, who sat opposite, was looking at Boris as girls of thirteen look at the boy they are in love with and have just kissed for the first time.
"And then of course my family has also to be considered," Prince Vasili went on, testily pushing away a little table without looking at her.
Prince Vasili looked questioningly at the princess, but could not make out whether she was considering what he had just said or whether she was simply looking at him.
"But really, hadn't I better go away?" he asked, looking kindly at her over his spectacles.
She smiled, hid her face in her handkerchief, and remained with it hidden for awhile; then looking up and seeing Pierre she again began to laugh.
She evidently felt unable to look at him without laughing, but could not resist looking at him: so to be out of temptation she slipped quietly behind one of the columns.
"Why, this is a palace!" she said to her husband, looking around with the expression with which people compliment their host at a ball.
Princess Mary was still looking silently at her brother and her beautiful eyes were full of love and sadness.
"I'm glad, glad, to see you," he said, looking attentively into her eyes, and then quickly went to his place and sat down.
With his hands behind him he paced briskly from corner to corner of the room, looking straight before him and thoughtfully shaking his head.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
He said nothing to her but looked at her forehead and hair, without looking at her eyes, with such contempt that the Frenchwoman blushed and went away without a word.
"Andrew, already!" said the little princess, turning pale and looking with dismay at her husband.
That's all right! said he; and looking angrily at the unconscious little princess, he shook his head reprovingly and slammed the door.
Dolokhov slowly straightened his bent knee, looking straight with his clear, insolent eyes in the general's face.
Looking at their boots he several times shook his head sadly, pointing them out to the Austrian general with an expression which seemed to say that he was not blaming anyone, but could not help noticing what a bad state of things it was.
It was Dolokhov marching with particular grace and boldness in time to the song and looking at those driving past as if he pitied all who were not at that moment marching with the company.
"Commander in Chief Kutuzov?" said the newly arrived general speaking quickly with a harsh German accent, looking to both sides and advancing straight toward the inner door.
The generals were passing by, looking as if they wished to avoid embarrassing attentions.
"Have you told them to bring the horse?" asked Telyanin, getting up and looking carelessly about him.
The lieutenant was looking about in his usual way and suddenly seemed to grow very merry.
Looking down over the rails Prince Nesvitski saw the rapid, noisy little waves of the Enns, which rippling and eddying round the piles of the bridge chased each other along.
Looking down at the waters of the Enns under the bridge, Nesvitski suddenly heard a sound new to him, of something swiftly approaching... something big, that splashed into the water.
"Just see where it carries to!" a soldier near by said sternly, looking round at the sound.
"What a dandy you are today!" said Nesvitski, looking at Denisov's new cloak and saddlecloth.
All were looking at the enemy in front and at the squadron commander, awaiting the word of command.
The quartermaster frowned, looking at the soldiers as if threatening to punish them.
Rostov did not think what this call for stretchers meant; he ran on, trying only to be ahead of the others; but just at the bridge, not looking at the ground, he came on some sticky, trodden mud, stumbled, and fell on his hands.
But Bogdanich, without looking at or recognizing Rostov, shouted to him:
He stood looking about him, when suddenly he heard a rattle on the bridge as if nuts were being spilt, and the hussar nearest to him fell against the rails with a groan.
"La femme est la compagne de l'homme," * announced Prince Hippolyte, and began looking through a lorgnette at his elevated legs.
"I shall scarcely be able to avail myself of your hospitality, gentlemen, it is already time for me to go," replied Prince Andrew looking at his watch.
Directly opposite to him came a strange one-horse vehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials and looking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche.
Mounting his horse again Prince Andrew lingered with the battery, looking at the puff from the gun that had sent the ball.
Another, without looking round, as though fearing to relax, shouted with his mouth wide open and passed on.
"Why are they down on me?" thought Tushin, looking in alarm at his superior.
He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble, round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged like a Turk beside him.
And when will all this end? thought Rostov, looking at the changing shadows before him.
The beauty went to the aunt, but Anna Pavlovna detained Pierre, looking as if she had to give some final necessary instructions.
He had merely understood that the woman he had known as a child, of whom when her beauty was mentioned he had said absent-mindedly: "Yes, she's good looking," he had understood that this woman might belong to him.
But much as all the rest laughed, talked, and joked, much as they enjoyed their Rhine wine, saute, and ices, and however they avoided looking at the young couple, and heedless and unobservant as they seemed of them, one could feel by the occasional glances they gave that the story about Sergey Kuzmich, the laughter, and the food were all a pretense, and that the whole attention of that company was directed to-- Pierre and Helene.
Pierre held the hand of his betrothed in silence, looking at her beautiful bosom as it rose and fell.
It can never happen! she said, looking at herself in the glass.
"No really, my dear, this dress is not pretty," said Lise, looking sideways at Princess Mary from a little distance.
She was looking at them with an expression they both knew, an expression thoughtful and sad.
Anatole answered the Frenchwoman very readily and, looking at her with a smile, talked to her about her native land.
"Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking irritably at her.
The princess' beautiful eyes with all their former calm radiance were looking with tender affection and pity at Mademoiselle Bourienne's pretty face.
Do go somewhere, anywhere... to the devil!" he exclaimed, and immediately seizing him by the shoulder and looking amiably into his face, evidently wishing to soften the rudeness of his words, he added, "Don't be hurt, my dear fellow; you know I speak from my heart as to an old acquaintance."
"Yes, stories!" repeated Rostov loudly, looking with eyes suddenly grown furious, now at Boris, now at Bolkonski.
And the talkative Dolgorukov, turning now to Boris, now to Prince Andrew, told how Bonaparte wishing to test Markov, our ambassador, purposely dropped a handkerchief in front of him and stood looking at Markov, probably expecting Markov to pick it up for him, and how Markov immediately dropped his own beside it and picked it up without touching Bonaparte's.
Not daring to look round and without looking round, he was ecstatically conscious of his approach.
That's the sort of man he is, and nothing more, replied Dolgorukov, looking round at Bilibin with a smile.
He interrupted him, talked rapidly and indistinctly, without looking at the man he was addressing, and did not reply to questions put to him.
When the reading which lasted more than an hour was over, Langeron again brought his snuffbox to rest and, without looking at Weyrother or at anyone in particular, began to say how difficult it was to carry out such a plan in which the enemy's position was assumed to be known, whereas it was perhaps not known, since the enemy was in movement.
Rostov's horse was also getting restive: it pawed the frozen ground, pricking its ears at the noise and looking at the lights.
Rostov, still looking round toward the fires and the shouts, rode with the sergeant to meet some mounted men who were riding along the line.
The Emperor Francis, a rosy, long faced young man, sat very erect on his handsome black horse, looking about him in a leisurely and preoccupied manner.
Prince Andrew, who was a little behind looking at them, turned to an adjutant to ask him for a field glass.
"Look, look!" said this adjutant, looking not at the troops in the distance, but down the hill before him.
Hardly had the Horse Guards passed Rostov before he heard them shout, "Hurrah!" and looking back saw that their foremost ranks were mixed up with some foreign cavalry with red epaulets, probably French.
Better die a thousand times than risk receiving an unkind look or bad opinion from him, Rostov decided; and sorrowfully and with a heart full despair he rode away, continually looking back at the Tsar, who still remained in the same attitude of indecision.
Bonaparte riding over the battlefield had given final orders to strengthen the batteries firing at the Augesd Dam and was looking at the killed and wounded left on the field.
"Fine men!" remarked Napoleon, looking at a dead Russian grenadier, who, with his face buried in the ground and a blackened nape, lay on his stomach with an already stiffened arm flung wide.
After looking at him Napoleon smiled.
Looking into Napoleon's eyes Prince Andrew thought of the insignificance of greatness, the unimportance of life which no one could understand, and the still greater unimportance of death, the meaning of which no one alive could understand or explain.
He gave her a grateful look, but was still expectant and looking for someone.
"Vasili Denisov, your son's friend," he said, introducing himself to the count, who was looking inquiringly at him.
Denisov hid his hairy legs under the blanket, looking with a scared face at his comrade for help.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
Pierre, who at his wife's command had let his hair grow and abandoned his spectacles, went about the rooms fashionably dressed but looking sad and dull.
That expression was often on Dolokhov's face when looking at him.
"What are you about?" shouted Rostov, looking at him in an ecstasy of exasperation.
Pierre, with downcast eyes, drank out of his glass without looking at Dolokhov or answering him.
Dolokhov walked slowly without raising his pistol, looking intently with his bright, sparkling blue eyes into his antagonist's face.
"Hm... Hm...!" growled Pierre, frowning without looking at her, and not moving a muscle.
It was evident that her eyes did not see Princess Mary but were looking within... into herself... at something joyful and mysterious taking place within her.
"Nothing," answered Princess Mary, looking firmly with her radiant eyes at her sister-in-law.
"Mary Bogdanovna, I think it's beginning!" said Princess Mary looking at the midwife with wide-open eyes of alarm.
On the landing below, Philip, the footman, stood looking scared and holding another candle.
"And I was looking for you," said Natasha running out to him.
Nicholas and Denisov were walking up and down, looking with kindly patronage at the dancers.
She saw that everybody was looking at her and waiting.
But before he had thought of anything, Dolokhov, looking straight in his face, said slowly and deliberately so that everyone could hear:
"Leave it," said Dolokhov, though he did not seem to be even looking at Rostov, "you'll win it back all the sooner.
"I say, Rostov," said Dolokhov clearly, smiling and looking Nicholas straight in the eyes, "you know the saying, 'Lucky in love, unlucky at cards.'
Denisov was looking at her with enraptured eyes.
He continued to pace the room, looking gloomily at Denisov and the girls and avoiding their eyes.
"And what is she so pleased about?" thought Nicholas, looking at his sister.
He looked at the countess, and seeing her severe face said: "Well, good-by, Countess," and kissing her hand, he left the room with quick resolute strides, without looking at Natasha.
"I have hundreds of rubles I don't know what to do with, and she stands in her tattered cloak looking timidly at me," he thought.
"Yes, I belong to the Brotherhood of the Freemasons," said the stranger, looking deeper and deeper into Pierre's eyes.
"He exists, but to understand Him is hard," the Mason began again, looking not at Pierre but straight before him, and turning the leaves of his book with his old hands which from excitement he could not keep still.
"How about the horses?" he asked, without looking at Pierre.
Pierre himself grew still more confused, blushed like a child till tears came to his eyes, began looking about him uneasily, and an awkward pause followed.
But before Prince Vasili had finished his playful speech, Pierre, without looking at him, and with a kind of fury that made him like his father, muttered in a whisper:
Boris, grown more manly and looking fresh, rosy and self-possessed, entered the drawing room elegantly dressed in the uniform of an aide-de- camp and was duly conducted to pay his respects to the aunt and then brought back to the general circle.
"No, pardon me, I won't go now till the child is better," thought he, going to the door and looking into the nursery.
Prince Andrew recognized her without looking and held out his hand to her.
Pierre went with rapid steps to the door and suddenly came face to face with Prince Andrew, who came out frowning and looking old.
Pierre suddenly began, lowering his head and looking like a bull about to charge, why do you think so?
Prince Andrew, looking straight in front of him, listened in silence to Pierre's words.
Two women ran out after them, and all four, looking round at the carriage, ran in dismay up the steps of the back porch.
Old women's nonsense--old women's nonsense! he repeated, but still he patted Pierre affectionately on the shoulder, and then went up to the table where Prince Andrew, evidently not wishing to join in the conversation, was looking over the papers his father had brought from town.
Denisov patted him on the shoulder and began rapidly pacing the room without looking at Rostov, as was his way at moments of deep feeling.
Rostov went to the middle of the room and looking through the open doors into the two adjoining rooms saw the same thing there.
He stood still, looking silently around.
Rostov glanced round, looking for someone who would put this man back in his place and bring him water.
Looking for Vasili Dmitrich Denisov?
His eyes, looking serenely and steadily at Rostov, seemed to be veiled by something, as if screened by blue spectacles of conventionality.
Boris, with one leg crossed over the other and stroking his left hand with the slender fingers of his right, listened to Rostov as a general listens to the report of a subordinate, now looking aside and now gazing straight into Rostov's eyes with the same veiled look.
Rostov almost shouted, not looking Boris in the face.
And even if they did arrest me for being here, what would it matter? thought he, looking at an officer who was entering the house the Emperor occupied.
This was said by the undersized Napoleon, looking up straight into Alexander's eyes.
Napoleon, without looking, pressed two fingers together and the badge was between them.
Two officers with flushed faces, looking cheerful and happy, passed by Rostov.
Warmed by the spring sunshine he sat in the caleche looking at the new grass, the first leaves on the birches, and the first puffs of white spring clouds floating across the clear blue sky.
Only the dead-looking evergreen firs dotted about in the forest, and this oak, refused to yield to the charm of spring or notice either the spring or the sunshine.
The girl was shouting something but, seeing that he was a stranger, ran back laughing without looking at him.
Just before the window was a row of pollard trees, looking black on one side and with a silvery light on the other.
Arakcheev turned his head toward him without looking at him.
"Afraid of being late..." said the old man, looking at Kochubey.
And looking at those drawings I dreamed I felt that I was doing wrong, but could not tear myself away from them.
Natasha was lying looking steadily straight before her at one of the mahogany sphinxes carved on the corners of the bedstead, so that the countess only saw her daughter's face in profile.
She was still sitting before a looking-glass with a dressing jacket thrown over her slender shoulders.
Looking at her she may have recalled the golden, irrecoverable days of her own girlhood and her own first ball.
Natasha heard and felt that several people were asking about her and looking at her.
But see, those two, though not good-looking, are even more run after.
"That is Bezukhova's brother, Anatole Kuragin," she said, indicating a handsome officer of the Horse Guards who passed by them with head erect, looking at something over the heads of the ladies.
He pushed through, evidently looking for someone.
A young man, looking distraught, pounced down on the ladies, asking them to move aside.
They do not even seem to see me, or if they do they look as if they were saying, 'Ah, she's not the one I'm after, so it's not worth looking at her!'
She smilingly raised her hand and laid it on his shoulder without looking at him.
Prince Andrew, in the white uniform of a cavalry colonel, wearing stockings and dancing shoes, stood looking animated and bright in the front row of the circle not far from the Rostovs.
He smiled, looking at her, and said he liked her singing as he liked everything she did.
She was sitting by her sister at the tea table, and reluctantly, without looking at him, made some reply to Boris who sat down beside her.
She, having raised her head, was looking up at him, flushed and evidently trying to master her rapid breathing.
"Don't talk rubbish..." said Prince Andrew, smiling and looking into Pierre's eyes.
"Yes, yes," Pierre assented, looking at his friend with a touched and sad expression in his eyes.
Natasha was looking at the mirror, but did not see herself.
He remained silent, looking into her eyes.
"Did your mother tell you that it cannot be for a year?" asked Prince Andrew, still looking into her eyes.
He is trying to discover something by looking at me!
In front rode a fresh-looking, handsome old man with a large gray mustache.
The count and Simon were looking at him.
"Only once in my life to get an old wolf, I want only that!" thought he, straining eyes and ears and looking to the left and then to the right and listening to the slightest variation of note in the cries of the dogs.
"Karay, ulyulyu!..." he shouted, looking round for the old borzoi who was now his only hope.
That's it, come on! said he, panting and looking wrathfully around as if he were abusing someone, as if they were all his enemies and had insulted him, and only now had he at last succeeded in justifying himself.
Without looking at anyone, "Uncle" blew the dust off it and, tapping the case with his bony fingers, tuned the guitar and settled himself in his armchair.
"Uncle" continued to play correctly, carefully, with energetic firmness, looking with a changed and inspired expression at the spot where Anisya Fedorovna had just stood.
She sat awhile, wondering what the meaning of it all having happened before could be, and without solving this problem, or at all regretting not having done so, she again passed in fancy to the time when she was with him and he was looking at her with a lover's eyes.
But Natasha stayed by her mother and glanced round as if looking for something.
They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
He looked and recognizing in her both the old and the new Sonya, and being reminded by the smell of burnt cork of the sensation of her kiss, inhaled the frosty air with a full breast and, looking at the ground flying beneath him and at the sparkling sky, felt himself again in fairyland.
On Natasha's table stood two looking glasses which Dunyasha had prepared beforehand.
It would be too good! said Natasha, rising and going to the looking glasses.
Natasha lit the candles, one on each side of one of the looking glasses, and sat down.
She sat a long time looking at the receding line of candles reflected in the glasses and expecting (from tales she had heard) to see a coffin, or him, Prince Andrew, in that last dim, indistinctly outlined square.
She began blinking rapidly and moved away from the looking glasses.
What was it? exclaimed Natasha, holding up the looking glass.
Coldly, without looking at her son, she sent for her husband and, when he came, tried briefly and coldly to inform him of the facts, in her son's presence, but unable to restrain herself she burst into tears of vexation and left the room.
"Really?" asked Princess Mary, looking into Pierre's kindly face and still thinking of her own sorrow.
She was by now decidedly plain, but thought herself not merely as good-looking as before but even far more attractive.
Marya Dmitrievna, with her spectacles hanging down on her nose and her head flung back, stood in the hall doorway looking with a stern, grim face at the new arrivals.
At last an old, cross looking footman came and announced to the Rostovs that the prince was not receiving, but that the princess begged them to walk up.
"There, my dear princess, I've brought you my songstress," said the count, bowing and looking round uneasily as if afraid the old prince might appear.
God is my witness, I did not know, muttered the old man, and after looking Natasha over from head to foot he went out.
"And how can Sonya love Nicholas so calmly and quietly and wait so long and so patiently?" thought she, looking at Sonya, who also came in quite ready, with a fan in her hand.
Oh, better not think of it--not till he comes back! she told herself, and began looking at the faces, some strange and some familiar, in the stalls.
During the whole of that entr'acte Kuragin stood with Dolokhov in front of the orchestra partition, looking at the Rostovs' box.
Anatole went up to him and began speaking to him, looking at and indicating the Rostovs' box.
When she was not looking at him she felt that he was looking at her shoulders, and she involuntarily caught his eye so that he should look into hers rather than this.
But looking into his eyes she was frightened, realizing that there was not that barrier of modesty she had always felt between herself and other men.
But now I like it very much indeed, he said, looking at her significantly.
He was looking at her with glittering eyes, smiling tenderly.
He believed this so firmly that others, looking at him, were persuaded of it too and did not refuse him either a leading place in society or money, which he borrowed from anyone and everyone and evidently would not repay.
Natasha kept looking uneasily at everybody with wide-open eyes, as if wishing to intercept every glance directed toward her, and tried to appear the same as usual.
But if he won't--that's his affair, said Marya Dmitrievna, looking for something in her reticule.
Having found what she was looking for in the reticule she handed it to Natasha.
Who asked you to? shouted Natasha, raising herself on the sofa and looking malignantly at Marya Dmitrievna.
Anatole, for whom Pierre was looking, dined that day with Dolokhov, consulting him as to how to remedy this unfortunate affair.
Having entered his study Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him.
"I don't know that and don't want to," he said, not looking at Pierre and with a slight tremor of his lower jaw, "but you have used such words to me--'mean' and so on--which as a man of honor I can't allow anyone to use."
She sighed, looking toward the door of the room where Prince Andrew was, evidently intending to express her sympathy with his sorrow, but Pierre saw by her face that she was glad both at what had happened and at the way her brother had taken the news of Natasha's faithlessness.
They tried to make their way forward to the opposite bank and, though there was a ford one third of a mile away, were proud that they were swimming and drowning in this river under the eyes of the man who sat on the log and was not even looking at what they were doing.
Boris, coolly looking at Helene's dazzling bare shoulders which emerged from a dark, gold-embroidered, gauze gown, talked to her of old acquaintances and at the same time, unaware of it himself and unnoticed by others, never for an instant ceased to observe the Emperor who was in the same room.
The noncommissioned officer began talking with his comrades about regimental matters without looking at the Russian general.
His full face, rather young-looking, with its prominent chin, wore a gracious and majestic expression of imperial welcome.
"So now you want me to retire beyond the Niemen--only the Niemen?" repeated Napoleon, looking straight at Balashev.
Balashev stood with downcast eyes, looking at the movements of Napoleon's stout legs and trying to avoid meeting his eyes.
Napoleon was silent, still looking derisively at him and evidently not listening to him.
He entered the room, looking restlessly and angrily around, as if afraid of everything in that large apartment.
Mary Hendrikhovna assented and began looking for the spoon which someone meanwhile had pounced on.
A comely, fresh-looking old man was conducting the service with that mild solemnity which has so elevating and soothing an effect on the souls of the worshipers.
Natasha entered with a softened and agitated expression of face and sat down looking silently at Pierre.
He frowned before his looking glass, gesticulated, shrugged his shoulders, and finally, without saying a word to anyone, took his cap and left the house by the back door, trying to avoid notice.
While the Emperor was dining, Valuev, looking out of the window, said:
But as soon as he had left the room the old prince, looking uneasily round, threw down his napkin and went himself.
He went about looking at every corner.
Women's fuss! muttered Alpatych to himself and started on his journey, looking round at the fields of yellow rye and the still- green, thickly growing oats, and at other quite black fields just being plowed a second time.
We're not dogs, said the ex-captain of police, and looking round he noticed Alpatych.
In the waiting room were tradesmen, women, and officials, looking silently at one another.
Alpatych, without answering or looking at his host, sorted his packages and asked how much he owed.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
Prince Andrew in his riding cloak, mounted on a black horse, was looking at Alpatych from the back of the crowd.
She rose and saw Dunyasha her maid, who was evidently looking for her, and who stopped suddenly as if in alarm on seeing her mistress.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.
No one replied and Princess Mary, looking round at the crowd, found that every eye she met now was immediately dropped.
She vividly recalled the moment when he had his first stroke and was being dragged along by his armpits through the garden at Bald Hills, muttering something with his helpless tongue, twitching his gray eyebrows and looking uneasily and timidly at her.
I'm Lieutenant Colonel Denisov, better known as 'Vaska,' said Denisov, pressing Prince Andrew's hand and looking into his face with a particularly kindly attention.
"Get over what?" inquired Pierre, looking displeased.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
By crossing to the other side of the Kolocha to the left of the highroad, Napoleon shifted the whole forthcoming battle from right to left (looking from the Russian side) and transferred it to the plain between Utitsa, Semenovsk, and Borodino--a plain no more advantageous as a position than any other plain in Russia--and there the whole battle of the twenty-sixth of August took place.
He was looking now at the cavalry regiment that had met the convoy of wounded, now at the cart by which he was standing, in which two wounded men were sitting and one was lying.
This soldier was looking at the cathedral and crossing himself.
He kept looking to either side of the road for familiar faces, but only saw everywhere the unfamiliar faces of various military men of different branches of the service, who all looked with astonishment at his white hat and green tail coat.
"I must ask someone who knows," he thought, and addressed an officer who was looking with curiosity at his huge unmilitary figure.
Despite the presence of the commander-in-chief, who attracted the attention of all the superior officers, the militiamen and soldiers continued their prayers without looking at him.
And as often happens with old people, Kutuzov began looking about absent-mindedly as if forgetting all he wanted to say or do.
"Oh!" said Pierre, looking over his spectacles in perplexity at Prince Andrew.
After they had gone Pierre approached Prince Andrew and was about to start a conversation when they heard the clatter of three horses' hoofs on the road not far from the shed, and looking in that direction Prince Andrew recognized Wolzogen and Clausewitz accompanied by a Cossack.
"Yes, yes," muttered Pierre, looking with shining eyes at Prince Andrew.
Pierre replied, looking at Prince Andrew with frightened, compassionate eyes.
"Ha, what's this?" asked Napoleon, noticing that all the courtiers were looking at something concealed under a cloth.
Your excellency! he kept repeating pertinaciously while he shook Pierre by the shoulder without looking at him, having apparently lost hope of getting him to wake up.
He was looking through a field glass down the highroad before him.
They were all looking at the field of battle as he was, and, as it seemed to him, with the same feelings.
"Yes, I'll come with you," replied Pierre, looking round for his groom.
Pierre was about to ask, but seeing the stern expression of the adjutant who was also looking that way, he checked himself.
Several soldiers gathered by the wall of the trench, looking out to see what was happening in front.
"Grapeshot!" the senior shouted, without answering the question, looking over the wall of the trench.
"Reinforcements?" said Napoleon in a tone of stern surprise, looking at the adjutant--a handsome lad with long black curls arranged like Murat's own--as though he did not understand his words.
Kutuzov, without looking at Wolzogen, gave directions for the order to be written out which the former commander-in-chief, to avoid personal responsibility, very judiciously wished to receive.
He thought this, and at the same time remembered that people were looking at him.
Eh, Prince! said the trembling voice of Timokhin, who had run up and was looking down on the stretcher.
"We kicked him out from there so that he chucked everything, we grabbed the King himself!" cried he, looking around him with eyes that glittered with fever.
"Possibly," remarked Pierre, looking about him absent-mindedly.
"Oh, so that is Vereshchagin!" said Pierre, looking at the firm, calm face of the old man and seeking any indication of his being a traitor.
"If he is accused of circulating Napoleon's proclamation it is not proved that he did so," said Pierre without looking at Rostopchin, "and Vereshchagin..."
Sonya was in the ballroom looking after the packing of the glass and china.
They were all looking at the count and moving toward the porch.
Here's Berg coming to see us, said she, looking out of the window.
Yes, it really is Bezukhov in a coachman's coat, with a queer-looking old boy.
"Look here," he added, taking Gerasim by a button of his coat and looking down at the old man with moist, shining, and ecstatic eyes, "I say, do you know that there is going to be a battle tomorrow?"
At that very time, at ten in the morning of the second of September, Napoleon was standing among his troops on the Poklonny Hill looking at the panorama spread out before him.
"Eh, what twaddle!" said one of them, a thin, stern-looking man.
The crowd halted, pressing around those who had heard what the superintendent had said, and looking at the departing trap.
He stood by the balcony door looking at the crowd.
"Ah!" cried Vereshchagin in meek surprise, looking round with a frightened glance as if not understanding why this was done to him.
Aren't they afraid of sinning?... said the same mob now, looking with pained distress at the dead body with its long, thin, half-severed neck and its livid face stained with blood and dust.
"Bonjour, la compagnie!" * said he gaily, smiling and looking about him.
"Well, does no one speak French in this establishment?" he asked again.
"A Frenchman or a Russian prince incognito," said the officer, looking at Pierre's fine though dirty linen and at the ring on his finger.
"Oh, women, women!" and the captain, looking with glistening eyes at Pierre, began talking of love and of his love affairs.
They were looking at the glow seen in the town.
He drank it eagerly, looking with feverish eyes at the door in front of him as if trying to understand and remember something.
Just once, looking into those eyes to say...
Perhaps it's his brat that the fellow is looking for.
But seeing a stranger the sickly, scrofulous-looking child, unattractively like her mother, began to yell and run away.
He was looking at the Armenian family and at two French soldiers who had gone up to them.
"Give her back to them, give her back!" he almost shouted, putting the child, who began screaming, on the ground, and again looking at the Frenchman and the Armenian family.
Prince Vasili sternly declaimed, looking round at his audience as if to inquire whether anyone had anything to say to the contrary.
The Emperor listened in silence, not looking at Michaud.
"Oh, that would be so dread..." she began and, prevented by agitation from finishing, she bent her head with a movement as graceful as everything she did in his presence and, looking up at him gratefully, went out, following her aunt.
That door opened and Natasha came out, looking excited.
Looking at his cold face, as he sat like a stern schoolmaster who was prepared to wait awhile for an answer, Pierre felt that every instant of delay might cost him his life; but he did not know what to say.
What "still the same" might mean Princess Mary did not ask, but with an unnoticed glance at little seven-year-old Nicholas, who was sitting in front of her looking with pleasure at the town, she bowed her head and did not raise it again till the heavy coach, rumbling, shaking and swaying, came to a stop.
"Nothing. You mustn't cry here," he said, looking at her with the same cold expression.
Since she had begun looking after him, he had always experienced this physical consciousness of her nearness.
They disappeared into the forest, and Count Orlov-Denisov, having seen Grekov off, returned, shivering from the freshness of the early dawn and excited by what he had undertaken on his own responsibility, and began looking at the enemy camp, now just visible in the deceptive light of dawn and the dying campfires.
"Oh, it is really too late," said Count Orlov, looking at the camp.
"Fetch them back, fetch them back!" said Count Orlov with sudden determination, looking at his watch.
He was evidently afraid the prisoners looking on would laugh at him, and thrust his head into the shirt hurriedly.
Karataev smiled thoughtfully and was silent awhile looking at the pieces.
"Pass on, pass on!" the captain reiterated, frowning sternly, and looking at the prisoners who thronged past him.
"Pass on, pass on!" he continued without looking at Pierre.
A woman with a baby, and not bad-looking either!
'Shout loud at them,' he says, 'and you'll take them all,' Tikhon concluded, looking cheerfully and resolutely into Denisov's eyes.
"Well, never mind!" and immediately, blushing and looking anxiously at the officers to see if they appeared ironical, he said:
At midday on the twenty-second of October Pierre was going uphill along the muddy, slippery road, looking at his feet and at the roughness of the way.
Pierre walked along, looking from side to side, counting his steps in threes, and reckoning them off on his fingers.
A paper has come from the Tsar!' so they began looking for him," here Karataev's lower jaw trembled, "but God had already forgiven him--he was dead!
Looking more closely Pierre recognized the blue-gray dog, sitting beside the soldier, wagging its tail.
Kutuzov never talked of "forty centuries looking down from the Pyramids," of the sacrifices he offered for the fatherland, or of what he intended to accomplish or had accomplished; in general he said nothing about himself, adopted no pose, always appeared to be the simplest and most ordinary of men, and said the simplest and most ordinary things.
Thousands of eyes were looking at him from all sides awaiting a word from him.
Ramballe refused food and resting his head on his elbow lay silent beside the campfire, looking at the Russian soldiers with red and vacant eyes.
The stars, as if knowing that no one was looking at them, began to disport themselves in the dark sky: now flaring up, now vanishing, now trembling, they were busy whispering something gladsome and mysterious to one another.
"Yes," she said, looking at his altered face after he had kissed her hand, "so this is how we meet again.
Natasha asked, looking attentively into Pierre's eyes.
What a happy thing that he saw you again, he added, suddenly turning to Natasha and looking at her with eyes full of tears.
"And this man too," thought Pierre, looking into the face of the Chief of Police.
What a fine, good-looking officer and how kind.
Pierre was looking into Princess Mary's eyes.
And remembering his former tenderness, and looking now at his kind, sorrowful face, she suddenly understood the cause of his coldness.
"Nicholas, when did you break your cameo?" she asked to change the subject, looking at his finger on which he wore a ring with a cameo of Laocoon's head.
It's time you two were parted, she added, looking smilingly at the little girl who clung to her father.
"How sweet!" said Countess Mary, looking at and playing with the baby.
"I don't and can't," replied Nicholas, looking coldly at the baby.
"Like my father?" asked the boy, flushing crimson and looking up at Pierre with bright, ecstatic eyes.
"Always the same thing," said Pierre, looking round at his listeners.
While you were talking in the study I was looking at you, Natasha began, evidently anxious to disperse the cloud that had come over them.
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
There were so many people she had never seen - lots of good looking women.
When the band took a break, Carmen was looking for something cool to drink.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
"Oh my gosh!" she said, looking back at the photo to read the statistics.
Looking into that semi-sweet chocolate gaze, it was easy to understand why Dulce lost her composure.
Lisa brushed past Giddon without looking at him.
He hesitated, looking down at his feet as he spoke.
Without looking back, she dashed to the house, past a startled Sarah, and then to her room.
By looking, in part, at history.
Sometimes the new technology so overwhelms the old that when looking back, we explain the old technology in terms of the new.
I can't really remember what won, though at the time, I thought it all very forward looking and exciting.
Miss Sullivan sat beside me at my lessons, spelling into my hand whatever Mr. Irons said, and looking up new words for me.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
Prince Andrew, looking again at that genealogical tree, shook his head, laughing as a man laughs who looks at a portrait so characteristic of the original as to be amusing.
He could not resist looking at them once more.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.