A light flashed from his listless eyes and his dried lips parted.

His listless eyes, for a moment, shone with their old time fire.

Mr. Grimm's listless eyes narrowed slightly and he turned to Miss Thorne.

His listless eyes were gazing vacantly at the carved rosewood ceiling.

Some subtle change crept into the listless eyes, and his lips were set.

Mr. Grimm echoed the question, while his listless eyes rested on her face.

A dim, sunken light glowed in his weak and listless eyes.

She sat without a word, looking at him with listless eyes as he worked.

There was no mistaking the fearful grief that smouldered behind Haight's dull, listless eyes.

His listless eyes grew fascinated by its motions-itslitheness, suppleness, grace, stealth, exquisite caution.

He looked into the fire with sad, listless eyes.

She stared with dull, listless eyes at the squalid homes of her neighbors across the street.

A sudden quick tenderness lighted the listless eyes.

There was a question in Mr. Grimm's listless eyes as they met those of his chief.

He stared at her with dull, listless eyes.

Mr. Grimm turned his listless eyes full upon Monsieur Rigolot's perturbed face for one scant instant.