I looked down and away from him to clear my eyes.

They all looked from one to another, then back at me.

The young man looked from one of the women to the other.

He looked quickly from one to the other of us.

Everyone seemed to be looking from him to his son and back again.

I looked from him to the man on the bed.

For a long moment he looked from one end of the great wall to the other.

I looked from one to the other of the two men.

I asked, looking from one to the other of them.

We were looking at something from a different point of view.