Word: staring
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...room and the two of them would discuss Mrs. Fletcher. Emily was too weak to oppose her mother's economies that took, among other things, the form of selling the furniture and buying clothes at second-hand sales. Mrs. Elliot would push herself up in bed and stare at the pale, frightened child. "She clutched her granddaughter's wrist and shook her arm 'Don't you understand? You must resist her. . . . Why, if I were your age, knowing her as I do, knowing that she never had a grain of good in her . . . do you know...
...solid case be built. Does inviolate tradition condone all? Does an air of the sacrosanct vindicate every blemish on the tabernacle? The reply is obviously one which must bow to the canons of good taste. Until the daily vaudeville ceases the public will be expected to stop, to stare, perhaps to snicker in adolescent fashion. But the public stops not to be entertained--these diversions have no relation to the word--but rather in amazement. In the haunts of the conventional, is to be found--the type of beguilement offered...
...speaker hesitated. Perhaps the self-consciously fixed stare of a banker across the table brought Mr. Bingham back to earth. Hesitation lengthened into a pause which Mr. Bingham ended with half a cough and half a chuckle. He had talked half an hour, he said, and would now stop...
...Crimsons. (Of course, we lost our nerve Sunday afternoon, but then we have known ever since where Quincy Street was.) No, that little book was a good thing;--wonder what else the Phillips Brooks House Association does? Still quaking in its several boots at the thought of the glassy stare, that mysterious organization decides to answer this question, reveal all, and avoid the necessity of a break in relations with the Lampoon...
Entering the hotel she walked unconcernedly to her favorite table, ordered tea. Since many of the guests were discourteous enough to stare, Mme. Tiv raised her lorgnette and swept them with a reproving glance. Soon a policeman entered, stripped off his overcoat, clothed Mme. Tiv in it and escorted her protesting to a police station. There she was examined by an alienist who pronounced her entirely sane...