staring

It would not rest him to lie down, and he could not close his eyes; so he remained all night staring at a little spider which was weaving its web in a corner of the room, just as if it were not one of the most wonderful rooms in the world.

“I wonder!” said he, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

I sat helpless and unhappy, staring into the fire.

I was staring at the strange message which I had scrawled, as he deciphered it, upon a sheet of foolscap on my knee.