She sat back, and looked up at him with grave eyes.

She sat down opposite and looked at me with grave dark eyes.

With grave eyes she met it: then bent her head.

For a moment I had half de- cided to tell my story to this man with the grave eyes.

For some time past Mary's grave blue eyes had been fixed upon him.

He focused on her grave blue eyes until the trembling had passed.

He looked down and saw the strangely familiar little boy looking back up at him with large, grave eyes.

His grave eyes let her say what must be said.

The little children backed away with fixed, wondering, grave eyes.

He stood holding the leash, his grave dark eyes fixed on my face.