Her eyes, in the centre of her flabby and grimacing face, were of celestial beauty.
Since her twisted and inert lips could no longer smile, she smiled with adorable tenderness, by her looks; moist beams and rays of dawn issued from her orbits.

Nothing was more peculiar than those eyes which laughed like lips in this lifeless countenance.

The lower part of the face remained gloomy and wan, while the upper part was divinely lit up.
It was particularly for her beloved children that she placed all her gratitude, all the affection of her soul into a simple glance.

When Laurent took her in his arms, morning and night, to carry her, she thanked him lovingly by looks full of tender effusion.
She lived thus for weeks, awaiting death, fancying herself sheltered from any fresh misfortune.

She thought she had already received her share of suffering.