From Within a Budding Grove, by Marcel Proust, translated by C. K. Scott MoncrieffCRUISING
"I turned my head and saw a man of about forty, very tall and rather stout, with a very dark moustache, who, nervously slapping the leg of his trousers with a switch, kept fastened upon me a pair of eyes dilated with observation."
From Part II, Place-Names: The Place
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