Of his many wounds, the only serious one was that on his face.

He had completely lost the sight of one eye; and the doctors were keeping the other bound up hoping to save it.

But she was very doubtful about it; she was almost sure that Laurier would be blind.
Marguerite's voice trembled when saying this as if she were going to cry, although her eyes were tearless.

They did not now feel the irresistible necessity for tears.

Weeping had become something superfluous, like many other luxuries of peaceful days.