81.   She slept long and dreamlessly and opened her eyes to a warm, sunny day.

82.   It was their last night and Ruth turned her misty eyes to Fernando.

83.   Steve laughed and directed his eyes back to the papers on the table.

84.   He raised his eyes to hers, searching, searching.

85.   Ruth was the first to break the contact, lowering her eyes to her coffee-cup.

86.   On a sob Ruth swallowed hard and closed her eyes to the burning sun overhead.

87.   She flicked her eyes to Steve standing on the porch terrace eagerly awaiting admittance to a house of horror.

88.   He paused, dropping his eyes to the desk.

89.   She dropped her eyes to the desk, staring unseeingly at the ledger lying on the polished wooden surface.

90.   She turned startled eyes to him.