1 Miss La Trobe's eye was on them.
2 She felt Dodge's eye upon her as her lips moved.
3 "It's all my eye about democracy," she concluded.
4 Miss La Trobe stood there with her eye on her script.
5 Eyes fed on her as fish rise to a crumb of bread on the water.
6 Often the delight of the roaming eye seduced her--a sunbeam, a shadow.
7 Each tried to shift an inch or two beyond the inquisitive insulting eye.
8 She fluttered her eye over the surface, naming leaves India, Africa, America.
9 Out of the corner of her eye she could see Hogben's Folly; then the vane flashed.
10 Ducking up and down she cast her quick bird's eye over the bushes at the audience.
11 Out of the corner of his eye, as he raised his glass, he saw a flash of white in the garden.
12 Then cracking her jokes, she turned; saw Giles; caught his eye; and swept him in, beckoning.
13 The ruler of an Empire must keep his eye on the cot; spy too in the kitchen; drawing-room; library; wherever one or two, me and you, come together.
14 Yet as a person with a raging tooth runs her eye in a chemist shop over green bottles with gilt scrolls on them lest one of them may contain a cure, she considered: Keats and Shelley; Yeats and Donne.
15 In her yellow robe, leaning, with a pillar to support her, a silver arrow in her hand, and a feather in her hair, she led the eye up, down, from the curve to the straight, through glades of greenery and shades of silver, dun and rose into silence.
16 The old girl with a wisp of white hair flying, knobbed shoes as if she had claws corned like a canary's, and black stockings wrinkled over the ankles, naturally made David cock his eye and Jessica wink back, as she handed him a length of paper roses.