| Doric - DOR |
| Glowert | doon ane as far as I cwid |
| Central - LAL |
'm no telling ye agane." Ella | glowert | up a guid hauf fit it Lang Me |
| Central - LAL |
brattelt tae the tap o it and | glowert | aroond them in the skyrie mor |
| Central - EDN |
brattelt tae the tap o it and | glowert | aboot them in the clear morni |
| Doric - MNA |
i ken is e daith o’s aa! He | glowert | at me an his broo wis bleck. |
| Central - SEC |
hing’s ferr wrang here." He | glowert | |
| Central - EDN |
mine, for heiven’s sake. He | glowert | at Bill. “Whit are ye, onyw |
| Central - LAL |
it pubs had a lowsin time. He | glowert | up an doon the road. Nae sign |
| Central - EDN |
ntion o the room on thaim. He | glowert | roond. Naebody durst say onyt |
| Central - EDN |
mile wi his massive chist. He | glowert | at her. Bit than he suddenly |
| Central - EDN |
year younger nor her. Then he | glowert | , an she leukit up tae see tha |
| Central - SEC |
a Queen Lizzie afore?” she | glowert | roond her wi an affrontit luk |
| Central - EDN |
u ocht tae think shame.” He | glowert | aroon. “Sae he wis pit til |
| Central - SEC |
Sylvie | glowert | , "Och, Dauvit, ir ye no gaun |
| Central - EDN |
Raggle | glowert | . “Because Ah Use me een. Ma |
| Central - EDN |
Raggle | glowert | at him. Whan Beatrice seemt a |
| Doric - ABN |
An | glowert | at the hoose that he hates, |
| Central - EDN |
n a snirtle. He cam closer an | glowert | intae the space whaur they su |
| Doric - ABN |
Syne he pickit up the pass an | glowert | at it. |
| Doric - DOR |
I got | glowert | fae her mither. |
| Central - LAL |
. Thir twa duin neither, jist | glowert | at him blenk-ee'd, aissy-face |