Nothing was said between them for a while, and neither of them stirred.

During the silence the front door was heard to open, letting in the village doctor, who mounted the stairs, his footfalls reverberating in Garry's room overhead.
Jack raised his eyes at last and studied her closely.

The frail body seemed more crumpled and forlorn in the depths of the chair, where she had sunk, than when she had been standing before him.

The blonde hair, always so glossy, was dry as hemp; the small, upturned nose, once so piquant and saucy, was thin and pinched--almost transparent; the washed-out, colorless eyes, which in her girlhood had flashed and sparkled so roguishly, were half hidden under swollen lids.

The arms were flat, the hands like bird claws.