Describe her to me." The tension in tone and attitude was extreme.

His hands were clasped in front of him, as if imploring sight through the eyes of another.

His thin white face, worn with suffering, looked so eager and yet so blank.
"Describe her to me, doctor," he said; "this Nurse Rosemary Gray, as you call her." "But it is not a pet name of mine, my dear sir," said Dr.Rob deliberately.

"It is the young lady's own name, and a pretty one, too.
'Rosemary for remembrance.' Is not that Shakespeare ?" "Describe her to me," insisted Garth, for the third time.
Dr.Mackenzie glanced at Jane.

But she had turned her back, to hide the tears which were streaming down her cheeks.