Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London

Saxon looked at her old friend curiously, with a swift glance
that sketched all the tragedy. Mary was thinner, though there was
more color in her cheeks--color of which Saxon had her doubts.
Mary's bright eyes were handsomer, larger--too large, too
feverish bright, too restless. She was well dressed--too well
dressed; and she was suffering from nerves. She turned her head
apprehensively to glance into the darkness behind her.