Caterina lay with her eyes turned the other way, and seemed unconscious that any one had entered.

Her eyes, as Dorcas had said, looked larger than ever, perhaps because her face was thinner and paler, and her hair quite gathered away under one of Dorcas's thick caps.

The small hands, too, that lay listlessly on the outside of the bed-clothes were thinner than ever.

She looked younger than she really was, and any one seeing the tiny face and hands for the first time might have thought they belonged to a little girl of twelve, who was being taken away from coming instead of past sorrow.
When Mr.Gilfil advanced and stood opposite to her, the light fell full upon his face.

A slight startled expression came over Caterina's eyes; she looked at him earnestly for a few moments, then lifted up her hand as if to beckon him to stoop down towards her, and whispered 'Maynard!' He seated himself on the bed, and stooped down towards her.