There was a knowing sharpness behind his eyes; signs of a soul wise and a little bit mercurial.
Looking into his eyes, you could see something wise and mercurial.
I could not see his eyes.
It wasn't about the alcohol.
Red's mother was trying to put on a good face for Slim's benefit.
There are no tailors, cobblers, or any craftsmen among the hagglers.
A man is eating in a cafe.
San'doro laughed deeply.
He said groups had reorganized.