Glances

Examples

• The three looked at me, but not distrustfully; I felt there was no suspicion in their glances: there was more of curiosity. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• All flashed indignant or appealing glances at the inexorable Davis, and one passionate lime lover burst into tears. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• A quick blush passed over her fresh young face as Holmes shot one of his keen, questioning glances at her. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• As Sarkoja talked with Zad he cast occasional glances in my direction, while she seemed to be urging him very strongly to some action. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• One night--it was in June, '89--there came a ring to my bell, about the hour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Thereupon the ladies cast indignant glances at Mr. Raddle. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• It appears so, remarked Moore, levelling another of his keen, quiet glances at the discomfited Shirley. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• My mother glances submissively at them, shuts the book, and lays it by as an arrear to be worked out when my other tasks are done. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• All glances went through the window, and nobody noticed that Wildeve disguised a brief, telltale look. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• They stood in little groups, talking in low tones, and ever casting affrighted glances behind them from their great rolling eyes. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• Mr. Thornton sighed as he took in all this with one of his sudden comprehensive glances. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• A few adroit words, one or two knowing tender glances of the eyes, and his heart was inflamed again and his doubts and suspicions forgotten. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Scarce the device itself at this distance, replied Rebecca; but when the sun glances fair upon his shield, it shows as I tell you. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The clear, cold sunshine glances into the brittle woods and approvingly beholds the sharp wind scattering the leaves and drying the moss. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• They were even more than sufficient, if his uncomfortable glances at them might be taken to mean anything. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Lydgate noticed a peculiar interchange of glances when he and Bulstrode took their seats. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• If he had not looked at me before, he looked at me now in three or four quick successive glances. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Holmes had lit a cigarette and was shooting little darting glances all over the room. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Wardle and Mr. Ben Allen exchanged glances. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Archer was proud of the glances turned on her, and the simple joy of possessorship cleared away his underlying perplexities. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Even the pale stag seemed to have reminding glances and to mean mutely, Yes, we know. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Mr. Weevle again glances up and down the court and then looks at the stationer. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Meanwhile he cast agonized glances in the direction of Miss Bart, whose only response was to sink into an attitude of more graceful abstraction. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Several indignant glances directed at me. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• But he does not ask himself the question after Twemlow has spoken, and he glances in Twemlow's direction as if he were grateful. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Sherlock Holmes' quick eye took in my occupation, and he shook his head with a smile as he noticed my questioning glances. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Sherlock Holmes ran her over with one of his quick, all-comprehensive glances. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Mr. Tulkinghorn glances through the little window at the back of Coavinses', the sheriff's officer's, where lights shine in Coavinses' windows. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Rebecca gave George her hand with one of her usual quick knowing glances, and made a curtsey and walked away. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• On our side the soldiers grasped their arms firmly, and looked with stern glances on the foe. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.

Checker: Walter