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These she placed on the floor beside me, and seating herself a short ways off regarded me intently.
He came quite close to the officer and laid a paw upon one of the man's shoulders, studying his face intently for a long moment, then came the expression of disappointment accompanied by what was almost a human sigh, as he turned away to peer in the same curious fashion into the faces of the mate and the two sailors who had arrived with the officers.
The man had now regained full possession of his faculties, and was regarding us intently from where he lay bound upon the deck.
Suddenly I saw him halt, listen intently, and then in an instant he had swung the door of the safe to, picked up his coat, stuffed his tools into the pockets, and darted behind the window curtain, motioning me to do the same.
On the day of battle the soldiers excitedly try to get beyond the interests of their regiment, they listen intently, look about, and eagerly ask concerning what is going on around them.
As we approached the little clump of verdure I saw the man come from his tent and with hand-shaded eyes peer intently at us.
Once he thought he heard the barking of dogs or the howling of wolves, but the sounds were so faint and indistinct that he did not know whether he heard them or merely imagined them, and he stopped and began to listen intently.
Instead, she was looking intently across the compound and out to sea.
The three of us were peering intently in that direction, when the Reindeer struck with a dull crash and came to a standstill.
Seeing a thrush sitting upon a tree, he wished to take it, and fitting his twigs to a proper length, watched intently, having his whole thoughts directed towards the sky.
After going a little more than half-way--perhaps seventy-five yards--the father, who was in advance, halted, and elevating his lantern stood peering intently into the darkness ahead.
I wake every night and see in my room, intently watching me, a big black Newfoundland dog with a white forefoot.
What he was continually looking at in the palm of his right hand was nothing but his watch, the minute hand of which he appeared to be noting intently.
Later on he woke with a start and sat up in bed, listening intently, listening for he knew not what.
He stopped, stared a moment intently, then turned with a slow grin.