There, as it had an abrupt turn in it, they came all at once in sight of three men, whose heads were bent down close together at the side of a door, and who were intently
looking into the room to which the door belonged, through some chinks or holes in the wall.
Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,' said Scrooge, looking intently
at the Spirit's robe,' but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts.
It was cold still weather; and not a hair of her head, nor a fold of her dress, was stirred, as she looked intently
at me, holding up her child.
I thanked him and ran home again, and there I found that Joe had already locked the front door and vacated the state parlour, and was seated by the kitchen fire with a hand on each knee, gazing intently
at the burning coals.
That in fact was his occupation, and for the next five minutes he kept thus winding the cord, flinging the top to the ground, and intently
bending down to catch it on his hand, none of the others, not even the children, taking the slightest notice of him,--he entirely alone there with his poor little pleasure.
She was followed by a stately girl in green, intently
holding her breath as she flew; and also by a large young woman in black, with her lower lip grasped between her teeth, and her fine brown eyes protruding with excitement.
I could not but wonder what this ferocious-looking monstrosity might do when left alone in such close proximity to such a relatively tender morsel of meat; but my fears were groundless, as the beast, after surveying me intently
for a moment, crossed the room to the only exit which led to the street, and lay down full length across the threshold.
With a start he sat up to see a huge, anthropoid ape squatting at his side, inspecting him intently
He had been gazing at the red embers as intently
as if his past life were all pictured there, or as if it were a prospect of the future world, when little Alice's voice aroused him.
And this noisiness, this exultation at the moment of the ship's departure, make a tremendous contrast to the silent moments of her arrival in a foreign roadstead - the silent moments when, stripped of her sails, she forges ahead to her chosen berth, the loose canvas fluttering softly in the gear above the heads of the men standing still upon her decks, the master gazing intently
forward from the break of the poop.
She looked at me intently
for several minutes before she replied.
Then he crept to the door of the bedroom, and stood with slanting head listening intently