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Just as a matter of business, you know. And I.... Caroline, did that doctor tell you anything more?" "Any more?" she repeated in bewilderment. "He told me that you were the kindest man he had ever seen." "Yes, yes. Well, maybe his eyesight's poor. What I mean is did he tell you anything about anybody else bein' in this with me?" "Anybody else? What do you mean?"

They got to work in the shaft again after dinner, Done taking his first lesson in sinking. Within two hours they came upon the wash dirt, the sinking at Diamond Gully being very shallow. While they were busy Jack Thorn, the Geordie, came up from the creek and approached them, grinning broadly, and hiding something under his hat. 'Hope yer eyesight's good, mates, he said.

Can't you see where you're going?" When Rouletta made no response the man continued in an even friendlier tone, "Well, I can see; my eyesight's good, and it tells me you're about the best-looking dame I've run into to-night." Still laughing, he bent his head as if to catch the girl's answer. "Eh? I don't get you. Who d'you say you're looking for?" 'Poleon was frankly puzzled.

Jehu's drunk. Throwing up the sash he addressed the driver. 'What do you mean with your old gent at the window? what window? 'That window, sir. 'Go to! you're dreaming, man! there's no one here. 'Begging your pardon, sir, but there was someone there not a minute ago. 'Imagination, cabman, the slant of the light on the glass, or your eyesight's defective.

Midst the quiet all around thee! Child, I see thee! Child, I spy thee! And thy mother sweet is nigh thee. Child, I know thee! Child no more, But a poet ever-more! See, see, the lyre, the lyre! In a flame of fire Upon the little cradle's top Flaring, flaring, flaring, Past the eyesight's bearing. Wake it from its sleep, And see if it can keep Its eyes upon the blaze Amaze, amaze!

"Your eyesight's mighty good," replied Nick sullenly. "Yes," Bart came back at him, "I can see a bit of white paper from quite a distance." Rabig gave a sudden start. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded. "Nothing special," replied Bart carelessly. "What should I mean?" "By the way," put in Tom, "you'd better tuck your handkerchief in a little more tightly or you'll lose it.

The rider drew up with a boisterous "Woa!" and reached out towards the gate-keeper a five-cent piece by way of toll, saying as he did so: "Vell, Mister Perry, how coes everytings wiss you?" "O, good evening, Mr. Lapierre; I didn't know you till you spoke. My eyesight's getting dimmer every day, I think. Bound for town?" "Yes, I want to see what has cot Mr. Safareen.

Laura crimsoned. "Those? Oh, an old nurse we've got at home. We've had her for years and years but her eyesight's going now." Miss Day sniffed audibly. "So I should think. To cobble like that!" They were Mother's dams, hastily made, late at night, and with all Mother's genial impatience at useful sewing as opposed to beautiful.

I'm talking gospel truth. Herkimer's officers came out like men, and fought like men, and got shot by dozens; but till we struck you, I never laid eyes on one of you fellows all day long, and my eyesight's pretty good, too. Don't you think it is? I nailed you right under the nipple, there, within a hair of the button I sighted on. I leave it to you if that ain't pretty fair shooting."

But Grandfather Fragini's cheeks had a hectic flush; his heart was beating with the exhilaration of an old war-horse. Looking over Tom's shoulder, he squinted into the distance, his underlip quivering against his toothless gums. "My eyesight's kind of uncertain," he said. "Can you see 'em?" "There by the white posts those lying figures!" said Tom. "They're almost the color of the stubble."