“. . . she gave him one of those broad smiles she reserved for strangers, as if she were aware of being able to pass, in their eyes, for an ordinary woman.”
“She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.”
“It seemed to him that the little Manchu had never looked so radiant. She gave him a most charming smile, but her eyes were all for the boy.”
“Finally, his eyes locked on hers, and she gave him a huge, teary-eyed smile. She couldn’t tell if he counted because his lips were stretched around the appliance that had kept him breathing. Be in there, Blake. Please. Please, God.”
“She smiled slightly as she continued to gaze at the passing scene: she was being a snob and delighting in it.”
“Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.”