She sat down on the edge of the bed, the folder in her lap, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
The girl looked up through sultry, half-closed eyes and smiled.
She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes and nodded.
Thomas looked up through dull eyes at her, murmuring his thanks.
She looked up at Hasson through narrowed eyes and made no move to shake hands.
She looked up at him through lost eyes that suddenly widened in vast relief.
She looked up at him through eyes made dark from days of weeping, and summoned him closer.
His wife, a small, pretty woman in her early forties with bones like fine china, was looking up at him through deep blue, blurry eyes.
She leaned back a little in his arms and looked up at him through guileless eyes.
She looked up at him through eyes swimming with tears.
