Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
Alex stared at her, his expression sour.
Destiny stared at her, gray eyes large with wonder.
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
"We'll adjust," she said, and stared down at her plate.
Carmen stared at her.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.
Pulling the contents out, she stared at the ultra sound.
She stared absently at the blanket.
For a moment she stared at it.
Carmen caught her breath and stared at him.
Alex stared at him.
She stared into the early darkness of a thick cloud cover.
As she stared at the caskets she knew she should feel something – should cry.
Lisa swung around and stared at Connie.
Lisa stared at Connie.
She stared after him.
She rubbed her legs and stared up at the sky.
She stared up at him in amazement as she absorbed his offhanded invitation.
The words of formality trailed off as she stared at the room.
Lisa stared at the phone, her hand on the receiver.
Lisa stared at her.
She stared at his broad back, testing a hand full of his Jacket gingerly.
Lisa stared in mute horror.
But bye and bye, as she stared ahead into the black chasm with a beating heart, she began to dimly see the form of the horse Jim--his head up in the air, his ears erect and his long legs sprawling in every direction as he tumbled through space.
"How old are you?" enquired Zeb, who stared at the yellow eyes as if fascinated.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
Jim's eyes stuck out as much as those of the Sawhorse, and he stared at the creature with his ears erect and his long head drawn back until it rested against his arched neck.
Prince Hippolyte stood close to the pretty, pregnant princess, and stared fixedly at her through his eyeglass.
Prince Vasili stared at her and at Boris questioningly and perplexed.
The eldest princess paused in her reading and silently stared at him with frightened eyes; the second assumed precisely the same expression; while the youngest, the one with the mole, who was of a cheerful and lively disposition, bent over her frame to hide a smile probably evoked by the amusing scene she foresaw.
Besides the soldiers who formed the picket line on either side, there were many curious onlookers who, jesting and laughing, stared at their strange foreign enemies.
This short man nodded to Dolgorukov as to an intimate friend and stared at Prince Andrew with cool intensity, walking straight toward him and evidently expecting him to bow or to step out of his way.
A deep furrow ran across his forehead, and standing by a window he stared over his spectacles seeing no one.
Natasha knew that she ought to go away, but was unable to do so: something gripped her throat, and regardless of manners she stared straight at Prince Andrew with wide-open eyes.
Sonya stared open-eyed at Natasha, unable to believe her ears.
The old man at first stared fixedly at his son, and an unnatural smile disclosed the fresh gap between his teeth to which Prince Andrew could not get accustomed.
Some of the men bared their heads, others stared at the new arrivals without doffing their caps.
Almost all of them stared with naive, childlike curiosity at Pierre's white hat and green swallow-tail coat.
They all stared in timid bewilderment at the strange, long-haired commander dressed up in feathers and gold.