So might he lie on the battle-field, with no one to watch over him! While she watched, sitting close beside him to shield his head from the sunbeams, her heart began to throb before she well knew the secret of it.

She had sight of a tear that grew big under the lashes of each of his eyelids, and rolled heavily.

Her own eyes overflowed.
The fit of weeping was momentary, April's, a novelty with her.

She accused her silly visions of having softened her.

A hasty smoothing to right and left removed the traces; they were unseen; and when she ventured to look at him again there was no sign of fresh drops falling.
His eyelids kept shut.
The arrival of her diurnal basket of provisions offered a refreshing intervention of the commonplace.