He desired to feel its warmth.

He absolutely realised that if he had been alone with it, he should have laid aside his eyeglass and touched its cheek with his lips.
Two days afterwards he was sitting by his wife's pillow, watching her shut lids, when he saw them quiver and slowly move until they were wide open.

Her eyes looked very large in her colourless, more sharply chiselled face.

They saw him and him only, as light came gradually into them.

They did not move, but rested on him.