They were grandly proportioned, neither almond-shaped nor round, neither prominent nor deep-set; but even shape by itself is not much.

If I go on to say they were luminous, plainly there the danger begins.

Sepia's eyes, I confess, were not lords of the deepest light--for she was not true; but neither was theirs a surface light, generated of merely physical causes: through them, concentrating her will upon their utterance, she could establish a psychical contact with _almost_ any man she chose.

Their power was an evil, selfish shadow of original, universal love.

By them she could produce at once, in the man on whom she turned their play, a sense as it were of some primordial, fatal affinity between her and him--of an aboriginal understanding, the rare possession of but a few of the pairs made male and female.