I'm not crying now.
I don't know why I cried at all.

I'm tired, or cold, or something." "Why don't you go to bed, then ?" "I'm going." She rose wearily and went to the dressing-table.

He watched her reflection in the looking-glass.

As she raised her arms to take the pins from her hair, her white face grew whiter, it was deadly white.

He went to her help, unpinning the black coils, smoothing them and plaiting them in a loose braid.