She smiled radiantly of a sudden, and said, "How do you do, Mr.Harding; I didn't recognize you at first." Mose took her hand but did not invite her to join him.

However, she needed no invitation, and taking a seat opposite, leaned her elbows on the table and looked at him with eyes more inscrutable than ever--despite their nearness.

They were a mottled yellow and brown, he noticed, unusual and interesting eyes, but by contrast with the clear deeps of Mary's eyes they seemed like those of some beautiful wild beast.

He could not penetrate a thousandth part of a hair line beyond the exterior shine of her glance.

The woman's soul was in the unfathomable shadow beneath.
"I know all about you," she said.