"Penetratingly" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... him penetratingly, and then got into the cab. He took the trouble of leaning out and waving his hand as the vehicle started up. He smiled in a sickly way at Bart, and once made a movement as if inclined to get out and once more suggest to the young express ...
— Bart Stirling's Road to Success - Or; The Young Express Agent • Allen Chapman
... the world's greatest writers I shall mention only one more, Goethe. He is the modern man who touched life most widely, penetratingly, and sanely. His long life came down so near to ours that many of us have had friends who were in childhood or infancy his contemporaries. It is fair to say that since his death the world has moved much nearer to his mental attitude than it stood in his ...
— The Booklover and His Books • Harry Lyman Koopman
... are no vestiges of man or his structures to be seen, yet upon gazing penetratingly towards the north-east there might be observed the tops of two high ruined pyramids,[4] the vestiges of the civilisation of the shadowy Toltecs. But we are not for the moment concerned with these ...
— Mexico • Charles Reginald Enock
... he looked penetratingly at her. "How did you happen to learn to do that?" he asked. "To see people as ...
— The Grain Of Dust - A Novel • David Graham Phillips
... face darkened at the mention of his wife, while he hesitated and looked penetratingly at Leslie. She was guileless, ...
— Michael O'Halloran • Gene Stratton-Porter
... hangs chillingly about the narrow, open shed on the up side of the station, covering the wooden bench within it with thick beads of moisture, so that no man dare safely sit down on it, and clinging coldly and penetratingly to the garments of a tall young lady in a long ulster and a thick veil, who is slowly walking ...
— Vera Nevill - Poor Wisdom's Chance • Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron
... power of the artist's brush had been lavished upon them. They fairly gazed out of the portrait, destroying its harmony with their strange liveliness. When he carried the portrait to the door, the eyes gleamed even more penetratingly. They produced nearly the same impression on the public. A woman standing behind him exclaimed, "He is looking, he is looking!" and jumped back. Tchartkoff experienced an unpleasant feeling, inexplicable even to himself, and placed ...
— Taras Bulba and Other Tales • Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol |
