The priest stared over her head, as the lightning cast the room in silver.

The seconds crept by, as heads turned to see at whom their priest was staring.

He saw that the priest was staring at the ring on his finger.

The priest stared at him and through him in the disconcerting way he had.

He straightened slowly and found that the priest was staring at him.

The old priest placed the ring on my thumb, and stood back, staring at me raptly.

Only the priests off and stared at him again.

The priest raised his fine dark eyebrows and stared at Pooley in wonder.

Now it was almost ten o'clock, and the priest sat and stared at the telephone.

The priest stared at him and shook his head.