His master got up and looked out of the window.

Then our Master looked around at the rest of us.

My Master looked the stranger over and then turned to me.

Oh yes, the old master and the doll had been looking for him.

The master himself was looking on and did not interfere.

But our new master turned on his heel, and did not even look at me.

Then the Master hesitated and looked from one to the other.

But at the moment the Masters looks like being a very short tournament for me.

It hurt him to see how old and tired the Master looked.

The master only looked at him in silence, with no sign of anger.