If they kept her with them, if they did not get rid of her, it was because her eyes were still alive, and they experienced a little relief in watching them move and sparkle.
They always placed the impotent old lady in the bright beam of the lamp, so as to thoroughly light up her face and have it always before them.
This flabby, livid countenance would have been a sight that others could not have borne, but Therese and Laurent experienced such need for company, that they gazed upon it with real joy.
This face looked like that of a dead person in the centre of which two living eyes had been fixed.

These eyes alone moved, rolling rapidly in their orbits.

The cheeks and mouth maintained such appalling immobility that they seemed as though petrified.

When Madame Raquin fell asleep and lowered her lids, her countenance, which was then quite white and mute, was really that of a corpse.

Therese and Laurent, who no longer felt anyone with them, then made a noise until the paralysed woman raised her eyelids and looked at them.