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He had thought about sneaking up to it and peeking in.
He keeps peeking out to make sure no one can see him."
It was not the dawn peeking through the tower windows, but a light.
The women showered first, every evening, and they permitted no peeking.
Before you came aboard, nobody bore down on these men for peeking at a magazine during a watch.
Collins remembered peeking through the window, seeing them all sitting around his coffin.
But first (no peeking), we need to sit down quietly together for a moment and talk about fatness.
I don't know, which many people seem to find annoying in this age of endless prenatal peeking.
"The fact that you are peeking behind the scenes at our site means you can make an important difference to this Internet effort."
Watching the dance became like peeking into apartment-house windows.
I look for the unguarded moment, the essential soul peeking out, experience etched on a person's face.
"No peeking," said Brandt as he always said when dressing a wound.
So when "Flapstick" arrived, I settled down in my easy chair for some serious peeking.
Forget about just peeking into the bedrooms.
"No peeking," said Miss Crate, popping out of a room and closing the door behind her.
"Peeking at keyholes isn't right," she told him severely as she passed.
"And no peeking," Rosaleen called good-naturedly as they began to undress.
I've dated since and I've learnt my lesson - absolutely no peeking.
Maybe he was being calculating, peeking to the future and wondering if there is a spot for him in a place where everyone hates him.
They were still sharing the same bed, though as far as I could tell from discreet peeking, without much enthusiasm or passion.
One long arm, draped in dark velvet, was extended, an alabaster finger peeking out and pointing straight at him.
There was no peeking allowed.
A single click lets you display the windows as tiled panels or overlap them with their title bars peeking out.
And when you think that I helped him develop his shields against unauthorized peeking, I could spit!
I'd swear he was smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an old suitcase can be called smiling.