It cuts me to th' heart to look at them eyes o' hers; I think they're bigger nor iver, an' they look like my poor baby's as died, when it got so thin--O dear, its little hands you could see thro' 'em.

But I've great hopes if she was to see you, sir, as come from the Manor, it might bring back her mind, like.' Maynard had that hope too, but he felt cold mists of fear gathering round him after the few bright warm hours of joyful confidence which had passed since he first heard that Caterina was alive.

The thought _would_ urge itself upon him that her mind and body might never recover the strain that had been put upon them--that her delicate thread of life had already nearly spun itself out.
'Go now, Dorcas, and see how she is, but don't say anything about my being here.

Perhaps it would be better for me to wait till daylight before I see her, and yet it would be very hard to pass another night in this way.' Dorcas set down little Bessie, and went away.

The three other children, including young Daniel in his smock-frock, were standing opposite to Mr.
Gilfil, watching him still more shyly now they were without their mother's countenance.