My uncle had an eye like a hawk and could look one through.

During these years his uncle, who was a railway engineer, looked after him.

When his uncle looked at him, it was with darkened and haunted eyes.

Their uncle looked at the three children, and nodded to them.

Once upon a time, the uncle looked like a victim of fate.

His uncle had been looking at him steadily, waiting for Henry to speak first.

In that case, why was her uncle looking so complacent?

My uncle sat down on the bottom step, yawned, and looked at the sky.

Your aunt and uncle look like they could use a few moments to collect themselves.

My uncle looked hard at her with a puzzled face.