With a deep brunette setting even to the darkened cornea, the pupils were blue as the sky above them.

But they were lit with another intelligence.

The soul of the Salem whaler looked out of the passion-darkened orbits of the mother, and was resistless.
She smiled recognition of the two men with sedate girlishness and a foreign inclination of the head over the flowers she was holding.

Her straight, curveless mouth became suddenly charming with the parting of her lips over her white teeth, and left the impress of the smile in a lighting of the whole face even after it had passed.

Then she moved away.