As Carmel disclosed her features to the court, my one absorbing thought was: Would she look at me?

Look at me now, oh God!

And now you want to put on to me having folks look at me and think he run off and left me, and having 'em all wonder....

Why do you look at me like that?

Look at me, both of you.

" His lordship, after a contemptuous look at me and a scowl at the jockey, stalked out.

And I made no foolishness in this matter; yet told her to ease the cloak a little about me, so that I should have room to take the Diskos from my hip; and this thing I did, and took the Diskos to my breast, as was my habit; and surely I saw that her eyes did look at me with a little shining, because that I had so strange and fierce a bed-mate.

"Here, look at me.

"Why do you look at me with such a bewildered gaze, Winnie?

"Look at me, Taquisara.

Even there, I met those who would look at me with great serious eyes, shake their heads, and mournfully say, "You poor little mite, how much better it would be if you had died in the mountains with your dear mother, instead of being left alone to struggle in this wicked world!"

Look at me with your mind.

" "In what form, may I ask?" "Look at me!"

But I see that you look at me impatiently, Monsieur de Catinat, and I know that you count the hours until we are back at Sainte Marie again.

Look at me, look at you.

If you didn't care for me when I was thought to be in a position to give you all that girls like, you could never look at me now that I'm a pauper.

You watch them all and see how they look at me,the women, I mean.

Why do you look at me so strangely?

"Look at me, Madaline," he repeated, "and say, 'Norman, I do love you.

She met the flashing eye of her father with a smile of contempt, and said, coldly: "Oh yes, you may look at me.

Don't look at me like that: quick, tell me what is the meaning of all this!" "II want" Here Liza hid her face on Marfa Timofeevna's breast.

Look at me, cousin.

"Come and look at me, I'm so grand."

"Well, things were beyond all bearing at home, and you were going away, and would not so much as look at me.

And again, with a deprecatory look at me, Caleb Fink subsided into a nonentity.