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Updated: June 7, 2025
When they came to Little Havre the twins awoke and sat up, a bit heavy-eyed, but inclined to be resentful that they had missed anything at all. "There's the wharf!" shouted Twaddles. "'Member the organ-grinder man, Dot? And there's the restaurant where you spilled the milk on your dress."
Last of all, Grant and Wingate between them carried the body of Lord Dredlinton behind the screen and laid it upon the sofa. Then the latter stood back and surveyed his work. "That will do," he said. "Wait one moment, Grant, before you show the inspector in. I have a word to say first to my two friends here." Phipps scowled across the table, heavy-eyed and sullen.
Breakfast was not ready; the table was not even set, and when she went out into the kitchen she was met by a heavy-eyed cook, moving futilely about among dirty pots and pans and murmuring something about a headache.
Finally, changing her wrapper for her nightdress, she climbed into bed, where she lay thinking and looking at the sunlight on the wall. At dinner time the maid Sarah appeared with a tray. "Here's your dinner, Miss Julia," she said, looking at the heavy-eyed little girl. "It's too bad you're not well." "I am well, thank you," replied Jewel.
On the morning after the incident with Peppina, Vere came down looking strangely grave and tired. Her mother, too, was rather heavy-eyed, and the breakfast passed almost severely. When it was over Hermione, who still conducted Vere's education, but with a much relaxed vigor in the summer months, suggested that they should read French together.
Even now he remembered certain fine, sensitive expressions of hers which had thrilled him beyond measure. "How could she marry such a fellow as that how could she?" he groaned. "What does it mean? It must mean something." He was pale and heavy-eyed when he wandered round to the Villeforts' the following morning. M. Villefort was sitting with Bertha and reading aloud.
Comes a crash to our left, and a running of people to see a cab-horse down on the slippery, slanting pavement outside St. Martin's Church. We go on up the street. A heavy-eyed young Jewess, a draggled prostitute no crimson flower for her hair, poor girl! regards us with a momentary speculation, and we get a whiff of foul language from two newsboys on the kerb.
Roger, my dear, you are not eating at all. Is your head still bad?" Her nephew eyed his crêpes Suzettes with disfavour. "Yes, it's rather tiresome. Can't think what causes it. I've had it since last night." Esther shot him a speculative glance. Up till now she had been too deeply absorbed in her own thoughts to observe how heavy-eyed he was, listless and unlike his usual self.
He had left word that he would call again about three o'clock. He would have stayed, but had an engagement to lunch with friends. She lunched alone, and was sitting on the corner of the sofa, heavy-eyed and weary, but determined to be true to her resolutions, when the servant announced him. He came in hurriedly, his hat in his hand, and his eyes went at once to where she was sitting.
Then pale and pain-fretted, heavy-eyed and weary, feebly half-lying in a great chair, still, an unheeded locket scarce held by his thin fingers, his forehead wrinkled with cruel twinges, the sweet bowed lines of his lips twisted in whimpering puckers, the curls upon his vein-traced temples unnaturally bright, as with clamminess, a painful picture for a mother's eyes!
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