"Take a look at the picture.

Don't you know the woman ?" Jane, after one glance, drew back.
"Milly Erne!" she cried, wonderingly.
Venters, with tingling pulse, with something growing on him, recognized in the faded miniature portrait the eyes of Milly Erne.
"Yes, that's Milly," said Lassiter, softly.

"Bess, did you ever see her face--look hard--with all your heart an' soul ?" "The eyes seem to haunt me," whispered Bess.

"Oh, I can't remember--they're eyes of my dreams--but--but--" Lassiter's strong arm went round her and he bent his head.
"Child, I thought you'd remember her eyes.

They're the same beautiful eyes you'd see if you looked in a mirror or a clear spring.