Intent on his prey, for a time he had stood over it, gloating
It was as if all the agreeable sensations possible to creatures of flesh and blood were heaped up on those black-and-white keys, and he were gloating
over them and trickling them through his yellow fingers.
That ghastly whiteness it is which imparts such an abhorrent mildness, even more loathsome than terrific, to the dumb gloating
of their aspect.
After that, for weeks, he spent all his midnights in his magnificent mine, inspecting it in security, gloating
over its marvels at his leisure, and always slipping back to his obscure lodgings before dawn, with a duke's ransom under his cloak.
She had packed a basket which held a regular feast this morning, and when the hungry hour came and Dickon brought it out from its hiding place, she sat down with them under their tree and watched them devour their food, laughing and quite gloating
over their appetites.
But as he sat gloating
over me, I was supported by a scornful detestation of him that sealed my lips.
I will throw your body upon the bed after I have choked the life from you, and when I bring your father he will see the ape squatting over it," and the twisted fiend cackled in gloating
I ran to the house in Soho, and (to make assurance doubly sure) destroyed my papers; thence I set out through the lamplit streets, in the same divided ecstasy of mind, gloating
on my crime, light-headedly devising others in the future, and yet still hastening and still hearkening in my wake for the steps of the avenger.
The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating
As if the infirmities of old age - the gray hair, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and the knotted veins of the hands - were the symptoms of moral poison, they prowl about the quays with an underhand air of gloating
over the broken spirit of noble captives.
The young are always full of fun," she said as if she were gloating
over the idea.
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplght gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating
o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!