She couldn't live without him.

She wasn't as pretty as Miss Lawless, of course, but she had big brown eyes and it was the way they looked that reminded me.

Quick decline always makes people's eyes look big and--just as poor little Miss Lawless does." To sit and eat buttered toast quietly and only look normally sad and slowly shake one's head and say, "Yes indeed.

I know what you mean, Miss Tompkins," was an achievement entitled to much respect.
The first night Dowie had put her charge to bed and had seen the faint outline under the bedclothes and the sunken eyes under the pale closed lids whose heaviness was so plain because it was a heaviness which had no will to lift itself again and look at the morning, she could scarcely bear her woe.

As she dressed the child when morning came and saw the delicate bones sharply denoting themselves, and the hollows in neck and throat where smooth fairness had been, her hands almost shook as she touched.