Do you see?

“I see,” Nick said.

Well, you ought to see her.

He seemed very glad to see me.

“See, it’s a boy, Nick,” he said.

“I want to see who it belongs to,” Dick said.

They could see from his back how angry he was.

Then she added irrelevantly: “You ought to see the baby.”

“Your mother wants you to come and see her,” the doctor said.

He was looking away so as not to see what his father was doing.

They could both see the two steel rods at an angle over the dark water.

You see, Nick, babies are supposed to be born head first but sometimes they’re not.

“If you see Nick, dear, will you tell him his mother wants to see him?” his wife said.

From Smith’s back door Liz could see ore barges way out in the lake going toward Boyne City.

There was fighting in the mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery.

It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

I went back to the hotel and Maera was on the balcony looking out to see if I’d be bringing him back.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

He lived in Udine and came out in this way nearly every day to see how things were going, and things went very badly.

And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all.

To the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut trees and behind it another mountain on this side of the river.

She didn’t want to go to bed yet because she knew Jim would be coming out and she wanted to see him as he went out so she could take the way he looked up to bed with her.

She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see.

Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body⁠—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat.

If it happened right down close in front of you, you could see Villalta snarl at the bull and curse him, and when the bull charged he swung back firmly like an oak when the wind hits it, his legs tight together, the muleta trailing and the sword following the curve behind.

They splashed more mud than the camions even and if one of the officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals, he himself so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and his narrow back, and if the car went especially fast it was probably the King.