Davis watched her as she cleaned the camp.
The crowd was evidently watching for the roof to fall in, and Alpatych watched for it too.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
Señor Medena came out and watched for a while.
Davis watched with some apprehension, but Fritz and Royce were doubling over with laughter.
She watched the dunes anxiously for Bordeaux.
This hussar, with a grave face and without a smile or a change in the expression of his fixed eyes, watched the regimental commander's back and mimicked his every movement.
Carmen watched him silently, waiting for an explanation.
She handed them to Howard, who watched her face with a puzzled expression.
Her spirits did a roller coaster as she desperately watched his retreating back, and then comprehended his words.
Lisa watched the two of them, sensing that there was something neither of them wanted to mention.
From the door she turned and watched as he climbed into his car and drove away.
She watched him tighten a strap around the horse's belly.
The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:
The cab-horse, who never slept long at a time, sat upon his haunches and watched the tiny piglets and the kitten with much approval.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
At the foot of the mountain there was a railroad, and the children watched the trains whiz by.
Carelessly holding in his stallion that was neighing and pawing the ground, eager to rejoin its fellows, he watched his squadron draw nearer.
Rostov watched his enemy, the colonel, closely--to find in his face confirmation of his own conjecture, but the colonel did not once glance at Rostov, and looked as he always did when at the front, solemn and stern.
She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.
He watched absently as she shrugged out of her blouse.
Carmen leaned on her pillow and watched him dress for bed.
For a moment she watched them gracefully move across the room - totally in sync.
Alfonso watched all of them intently.
Señor Medena watched her leave, his expression reflective.
Jonathan came into the room and watched until he finished.
With everything ready, they sat on the window seat and watched for Alex.
He participated in conversation, but whenever it lagged, he watched her questioningly.
Alex watched her fill the container and put the lid on.
He watched her while she wiped her hands, his expression unreadable.
She watched him as he answered it and then headed toward her at a brisk pace.
Night and day, hardly sleeping at all, she watched him and, terrible to say, often watched him not with hope of finding signs of improvement but wishing to find symptoms of the approach of the end.
Prince Andrew watched the commander-in-chief's face attentively, and the only expression he could see there was one of boredom, curiosity as to the meaning of the feminine whispering behind the door, and a desire to observe propriety.
Pierre went to his groom who was holding his horses and, asking which was the quietest, clambered onto it, seized it by the mane, and turning out his toes pressed his heels against its sides and, feeling that his spectacles were slipping off but unable to let go of the mane and reins, he galloped after the general, causing the staff officers to smile as they watched him from the knoll.
The stormcloud had come upon them, and in every face the fire which Pierre had watched kindle burned up brightly.
While waiting in the reception room Pierre with weary eyes watched the various officials, old and young, military and civilian, who were there.
The countess watched the things being packed, was dissatisfied with everything, was constantly in pursuit of Petya who was always running away from her, and was jealous of Natasha with whom he spent all his time.
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.
The glow of the first fire that began on the second of September was watched from the various roads by the fugitive Muscovites and by the retreating troops, with many different feelings.
During the hour Pierre watched them they all came flowing from the different streets with one and the same desire to get on quickly; they all jostled one another, began to grow angry and to fight, white teeth gleamed, brows frowned, ever the same words of abuse flew from side to side, and all the faces bore the same swaggeringly resolute and coldly cruel expression that had struck Pierre that morning on the corporal's face when the drums were beating.
Since then, and until evening, the party had watched the movements of the French without attacking.
The French, excited by all that had happened, were talking loudly among themselves, but as they passed Dolokhov who gently switched his boots with his whip and watched them with cold glassy eyes that boded no good, they became silent.