He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question. - Stephen Crane

She performed nearly all the house-work in exchange for the privilege of existence.

The battle roar settled to a rolling thunder, which was a single long explosion. In the regiment there was a peculiar kind of hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were worn, exhausted, having slept but little and labored much. They rolled their eyes toward the advancing battle as they stood awaiting the shock. Some shrank and flinched. They stood as men tied to stakes.

What a woman says doesn't amount to shucks. It's the way she says it — that's what counts.