Nor, my dear, does your own mother always escape the keen edge of your vivacity.
So keen the blade, so soft the touch, the sleeper did not wake!
His keen eyes had perceived Mary Turner's graces of form, her loveliness of face.
She had meant to wait; but, with his keen eyes on her, she could not dissemble.
But you would pardon me if you knew how much I have suffered from it, ...