She looked over at the girl who'd given her the news of his death.

She looked down at the little girl, then back to me.

I looked up at the girl again, and something in me said No!

I looked at the girl on the other side of the table.

I moved forward to get my first look at the girl.

He looked at the girl and the big man in turn.

She didn't have to look at the dead girl again.

He had not even looked at the girl in question.

He couldn't turn his head to look at the girl behind him.

Now, for the first time, she took a good look at the little girl.