Ever seen her?" We looked at one another.

By the Court, and by the great privileged classes of France, this great assembly of the three estates of the realm was looked upon as the last resort amid direst calamities.

The cautious creatures of the air Looked out from many a secret place, To see the embers of despair Flush the gray ashes of her face.

Mary Leighton looked absolutely lovely.

Mary Leighton looked furious and could hardly speak a word all through the meal.

When he reached the hall, Sophie looked up with her most lovely smile.

He looked pale, even to his lips.

"He looked at me in a sort of way as though, down to his very soul he was astonished at what I had done.

" I think that that was the first time that Vera had heard me speak to him in that way, and she looked up at me with sudden surprise and I think gratitude.

" She looked up.

Vera told me afterwards that it was at that moment, when Nina looked such a baby with her tumbled hair and her flushed cheeks stained with tears, that she realised her love for her with a fierceness that for a moment seemed to drown even her love for Lawrence.

They said they had been told not to, and they looked quite angry with her for offering it.

No one can stop me...." Vera, her eyes full of distress looked helplessly about her.

and he doesn't love you and you are so miserable...." Vera looked at Nina, then suddenly turned and burying her head in her hands sobbed, crouching in her chair.

" He pushed past them then into the dining-room, looked about him for a moment, then sank into a chair as though his legs would no longer support him, holding on to the cloth with both hands.

Only one of them, an older man with a thick black beard, was intensely grave, and looked at Vera with beseeching eyes, as though he longed to tell her the secret of his life.

He had taken a great many notes down in a little book, and looked very important as he did so.

He looked at the trembling dirty figure.

" She looked at the man whom she had never loved, with a great compassion and pity.

He came up to my bed in his stealthy, furtive fashion, and looked at me reproachfully.

When she saw that it was I, she stopped, fumbled for her handkerchief, which she found, wiped her eyes, then turned away from me and looked out over the river.

She looked at me doubtfully, as though she were wondering whether she could trust me.

So centred was he upon himself that he did not notice that I looked ill.

" Vera looked at me with the strangest expression of defiance, fear, triumph.

At the end she went up to Semyonov and took his hand and said, 'I'm so glad you're coming, Uncle Alexei,' and looked at Vera.