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Stay on the western side of the river and do your gawking and talking there.
The dwellers were not a little irritated at their gawking.
So it quickly became an afternoon of mutual gawking.
So, a little gawking and gazing by people attending other events did not seem like a royal crime.
All the gawking, the incessant "How's the weather up there?"
Despite the blatant gawking, the men respectfully stepped aside and allowed her to pass.
Absorbed in her gawking, Eden bumped into his back.
As far as she was concerned, he deserved her shameless gawking.
Clara is curt and haughty with the gawking, unusually polite Paul.
His last sentence had shattered the lull and brought them again into that state of stupid, anxious gawking.
Behind their communion of astonished gawking, the alarms rang and rang in the main complex.
She comes across a whale house, lives in a bordello, experiences ships and prisons that are opened on certain days for edifying public gawking.
There is no gawking; there are no autograph-seekers.
All this hysterical information Swept over Indecent, Gawking And wounded logic.
In this daisy chain of dauntless gawking, necks craned violently and heads swiveled abruptly.
Ms. Worden used humor and charm to ease viewers past the initial gawking or revulsion the museum's collection might trigger.
Congested high-rise avenues, over-windowed and overpowered by street glare, make poor territory for such louche but ultimately harmless gawking.
I claimed it from him and finished it, then aimed my binoculars across the Banana River at Pad 39-B, and began serious gawking.
"The complete Sedelmaier is far more than that," Mr. Garfield said, "but the gawking, slack-jawed, barely moving actor has been seized upon by imitators."
As the mist of ice ctystals settled, the humans straggled back to the edge of the pit and stared down, some gawking, some transfixed with horror.
The gawking, sidewalk-swallowing throngs that regularly circle Times Square dwindle to a trickle when making the turn west onto 42d Street because there's little to see there now.
In her portrait of a California reading group, Karen Joy Fowler turns a mirror on the gawking, voyeuristic presence that lurks in every story: the reader.
If Nijinsky were to come gliding by in the arms of Valentino, there would be no gawking, except perhaps with the aid of discreetly angled mirrors on expensive compacts.
She took time to settle her comely pos- terior in the Witness Chair so that the males in the audience could complete their gawking, then endorsed the ogress' tes- timony.
A visit to Abe and the boys is a fitting start to your zigzagging tour of the Black Hills and Badlands, where communal gawking and commemoration are de rigueur.