The man looked into her big eyes, so full of strength and courage.

An expressive look that was full of gentleness dawned in his big eyes.

What's the good of staring at me like that with your big eyes?

She dropped her porridge-stick and looked at me with big eyes.

I believed in you when there was no more to be seen in you than your two big eyes.

He just stared at her, unblinking, his big eyes soft and sad-looking.

Her big eyes flashed, rolling a little, and then she fixed them on my face intently.'

But he was such a nasty man—he had a horrid face, and such big, big eyes!

Propped up with pillows, he looked at me with the big eyes of his emaciation.

And she would be there among their children, beaming welcome from her big eyes.