Jonathan was watching them intently.
While watching his flocks, he spent much of his time in reading.
Destiny was watching them intently and Carmen touched her arm.
Rostov stood at that corner for a long time, watching the feast from a distance.
When she glanced at Alex, he was watching her intently.
Jonathan was in his room watching television.
These were the questions each man of the troops on the high ground above the bridge involuntarily asked himself with a sinking heart--watching the bridge and the hussars in the bright evening light and the blue tunics advancing from the other side with their bayonets and guns.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, watching Alex.
He didn't join them, but he was clearly enjoying watching them, even laughing once when Destiny gave up her home run to chase down the ball.
Alondra stood by watching, her expression pleased.
The little pigs had stood huddled in a group, watching this scene with frightened eyes.
When she put Destiny to bed, Jonathan was watching a movie.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Señor Medena was watching her in a strange way.
Señor Medena was watching her intently.
Something drew her attention to Jonathan, who was watching Alex intently.
When her attention came back to Alex, he was watching Jonathan.
He's watching Destiny right now.
They stood there for a moment, watching their image in the mirror.
As they sat upon the grass watching Jim, who was still busily eating, Eureka said:
But what if dogs didn't exist and your only experience with them was watching Scooby-Doo?
The instant I felt its warmth I was reassured, and I sat a long time watching it climb higher and higher in shining waves.
He beckoned to one of his white adjutants and asked some question--"Most likely he is asking at what o'clock they started," thought Prince Andrew, watching his old acquaintance with a smile he could not repress as he recalled his reception at Brunn.
Sonya began watching her friend still more attentively and noticed that at dinner and all that evening Natasha was in a strange and unnatural state.
With compressed and parched lips and dry fixed eyes, she sat at the window, uneasily watching the people who drove past and hurriedly glancing round at anyone who entered the room.
The crowd was evidently watching for the roof to fall in, and Alpatych watched for it too.
Moreover, his whole attention was engrossed by watching the family circle--separated from all else-- formed by the men in the battery.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
Destiny was watching her as though she were a favorite TV show.
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
Both were watching her as if she had something earth-shattering to say.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
He had for some seconds been intently watching what was going on a few steps away.
He noticed her watching him, raised his eyes, and began to speak seriously:
Only by watching closely moment by moment the movement of that flow and comparing it with the movement of the ship do we convince ourselves that every bit of it is occasioned by the forward movement of the ship, and that we were led into error by the fact that we ourselves were imperceptibly moving.
Watching the wooden folks.
As he came out of the forest he saw a little boy by the roadside, who seemed to be watching for some one.
Or: You are watching TV, flipping through the channels—and every channel you pause on, every channel you watch, every channel you come back to, are all perfectly logged.
I am sitting on the piazza, and my little white pigeon is perched on the back of my chair, watching me write.
The play seemed so real, we almost forgot where we were, and believed we were watching the genuine scenes as they were acted so long ago.
By watching them, she learned to treat her pupil as nearly as possible like an ordinary child.
One afternoon I amused myself by watching a barred owl (Strix nebulosa) sitting on one of the lower dead limbs of a white pine, close to the trunk, in broad daylight, I standing within a rod of him.