Ray looked at him as if he were a child.

Ray looked him in the eye one last time.

Ray looked in the direction of that voice, but the dark was too complete to see anything.

Ray turned his head and looked to the other.

She remembered the way Ray had looked at her that morning.

Ray looked on the verge of saying something else, but then didn't.

Ray looks as if he's flying for a moment, and then he goes down.

Ray took off running for the woods, and didn't look back.

Ray looked at him, could tell who it was even without his glasses.

Ray had looked good in the first half, but ran into trouble not always of his own making.