He raised sick eyes and saw that the same thought lay in the big man's mind.

She moved, perhaps six inches, but her eyes, sick with fear, were still on me.

A white-faced kid built like a tackle, with sick, empty eyes.

She laughed softly, and looked at Lewis with sick, loving eyes.

Mary ran the tip of her tongue across dry lips and looked at me with sick eyes.

He closed his eyes, too sick with dread to watch any longer.

Her eyes sick, she looked from his father to him.

The boy looked up with sick eyes, eyes soft and black like pieces of coal.

He looked up at me, dull hate and misery in the sick eyes.

He laughed and a mad light shone in his sick eyes.