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His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)
(American, 1882 - 1945)

His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)

Oil on canvas
1929
39 1/2 × 31 1/2 in. (100.3 × 80 cm)
SUPP2000.1427
Collection of Joel and Suzanne Sugg
Not on view
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
He Talked with His Eyes--a Single Sharp Shifting of the Eyeballs and a Flash of Light from Them
He Talked with His Eyes--a Single Sharp Shifting of the Eyeballs and a Flash of Light from Them
N.C. Wyeth
1908
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
N.C. Wyeth
1913
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"I've seen him ride broncs that had piled the best of them, and as for roping--even the Mexican vaqueros have had to hand it to him more than once"
"I've seen him ride broncs that had piled the best of them, and as for roping--even the Mexican vaqueros have had to hand it to him more than once"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Courtesy of The Illustration Gallery
The father kept the children near him, but always young Olaf looked with tragic eyes toward the slope where Padfoot waited.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
N.C. Wyeth
1924
Yancey's ardent eyes took on their most melting look
Yancey's ardent eyes took on their most melting look
N.C. Wyeth
1929
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917