The king looked down and did not meet its eyes.

But he looked the way a king should look, she thought.

The King looked east, though the problem was too far away to see.

The king had stopped and was looking back at them.

The king looked straight at me without words for some time.

The king did not look as though he particularly wanted to be there.

This is what a king should look like, he thought to himself as the man passed.

The King looked at his friends, and, for a moment, he was serious.

The king looked for a long space, and shook his head.

The King looked at them for a moment longer, then nodded.