It fascinated like the eye of a snake.

I continued to shiver and stare at him, as long as its scornful gaze remained riveted upon my face.

I felt a kindred feeling springing up in my heart--a feeling of defiance and resistance which would fain return hatred for hatred, scorn for scorn; and never in after-life could I meet the searching look of that stern cold eye, without experiencing the same outward abhorrence and inward revulsion.
He took my hand, and turning me round, examined my countenance with critical minuteness, neither moved by my childish indignation nor my tears.

"A strong-limbed straight-made fellow, this.

I did not think that Edward could be the father of such an energetic-looking boy.