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1 IV | countenance ordinarily bearing a look of bitterness tempered by
2 IV | never thinks. She seems to look without seeing, and listen
3 VI | wandering in his eye, and an odd look on his face that I do not
4 VII | them say, ‘Here, quick, look to the hatches!’ but as
5 XXIV | girl with his eyes, and a look of melancholy interest passed
6 XXV | beside him.~I now had time to look about me. The night was
7 XXVI | could venture scarcely to look or to think lest he should
8 XXVI | glimmer. I start up and look around me. Is it merely
9 XXVII | their violence—I tried to look around and below me. The
10 XXIX | my man; and you’d better look sharp.”~“Faith, then, and
11 XXIX | cast one last, lingering look around him, Curtis then
12 XXX | all are too agitated to look forward without dismay to
13 XXXIII | no reply, he went on,—~“Look here, captain, what we want
14 XXXVII | eye fixed upon me with a look of eager inquiry. I knew
15 XXXVIII| were we? Could we dare to look at one another, and breathe
16 XXXVIII| approached me with a peculiar look on his countenance.~“You
17 XLII | have long ceased even to look for land; it might almost
18 XLIII | not require a word, a mere look or gesture was enough, to
19 XLIII | expressions of delight.~“Look behind to larboard,” he
20 XLV | horizon, and there was a look as if it were raining all
21 XLVII | But I did not, could not, look. I refused to take part
22 XLVIII | Why suspect us?”~“Now just look here, Mr. Kazallon,” said
23 LI | waiting, watching, hoping. To look at him, with his unflagging
24 LI | fields, gardens and trees! Look, there’s an inn under the
25 LII | my feet. I cast one long look at the pitiless ocean and
26 LV | stern reality. I dared not look upon the victim, and whenever
27 LV | countenance was terrible to look upon; one could see that
28 LVII | Then why not come and look after my son?” said M. Letourneur,
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