Her tears had so long been dry that the swollen look was passing from her face.

It had been until now at best a heavy face, but feeling that is strong enough works like a master's swift chisel to make the features the vehicle of the soul.

Both men were relieved when she suddenly took her eyes from them and her shadow from their work and went away.
Saul stretched his head and looked after her.

There was no pity in his little apple face and beady eyes, only a sort of cunning curiosity, and the rest was dulness and weakness.
Bates did not look after her.

He shut his knife and fell to joining the coffin..