Kneeling on the ledge above, with one hand thrust down to lift her, Kut-le looked into her eyes almost pleadingly.
— from The Heart of the Desert Kut-Le of the Desert by Honoré Morrow

Then the Slow Little Turtle came hurrying over the sand with a rather cross look in his eyes and putting his feet down a little harder than he needed to—quite as though he were out of patience about something.
— from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson

But she was glad that he did not speak them, but only looked at her with a laugh in his eyes, and Puck asked solemnly,— "Has she been lecturing you all round?"
— from Esther's Charge: A Story for Girls by Evelyn Everett-Green

But I see that my fire cannot always cast light; I have even a "poor man's hard world," when He goeth away.
— from Letters of Samuel Rutherford (Third Edition) by Samuel Rutherford

There was something, then, behind that powerful face, with its deep-cut lines, its heavy eyebrows and piercing and sometimes sad eyes, besides a mere liking for tricks of childish diplomacy.
— from Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 11, No. 26, May, 1873 by Various

[Pg 202] Galileo played for several years in a band at Pisa, and people who heard him said that his manner of gazing out over the Pisan hills with a far-away look in his eye after playing a selection, while he gently up-ended his alto horn and worked the mud-valve as he poured out about a pint of moist melody that had accumulated in the flues of the instrument, was simply grand.
— from A Guest at the Ludlow, and Other Stories by Bill Nye

He saw his child a little black-eyed baby in his arms; she was running before him trundling her hoop; she came to him with contracted brow and half-tearful eyes, bringing a knotty sum in fractions, and insisting petulantly that they were very "vulgar" indeed; she hung on his arm, a shy girl of fifteen, blushingly conscious of the admiring eyes that followed her; she stood before him again in her first radiant beauty as a debutante , and he had dreamed of the proudest alliance that the city could offer; she looked into his eyes, a pale, earnest woman, and said, "Papa, he saved my life at the risk of his own.
— from Nature's Serial Story by Edward Payson Roe