1 Their triple glare was paralyzing.
2 She glared, while he uneasily petitioned, "That's great stuff."
3 She glared back, defending her own, daring the world not to appreciate them.
4 The white temple of the Farmers' Bank was elbowed back by a grocery of glaring yellow brick.
5 The righteous widow glared, banged into the house, came out poking at her bonnet, marched away.
6 Here was no glaring new house with a proud phonograph, but a low whitewashed kitchen smelling of cream and cabbage.
7 Beyond the turrets of the outer wall the jungle glared and shrieked, and the sun was furious above drenched orchids.
8 The telegraph wires thrummed, thrummed, thrummed above them; the rails were glaring hard lines; the goldenrod smelled dusty.
9 While she waited for Kennicott in the car, before a farmhouse, the seat burned her fingers and her head ached with the glare on fenders and hood.
10 At half-past three no one had come, and the grocery boy reluctantly got out, cranked his Ford, glared at them in a disillusioned manner, and rattled away.
11 She ran back into the huddle of streets, all the while protesting that she wanted a city's yellow glare of shop-windows and restaurants, or the primitive forest with hooded furs and a rifle, or a barnyard warm and steamy, noisy with hens and cattle, certainly not these dun houses, these yards choked with winter ash-piles, these roads of dirty snow and clotted frozen mud.