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They were black, without either gleam or glitter, indeed almost dull a lady once called them "smoky eyes." They looked, under lazy, half-drooping lids, like things asleep, except in moments of passion, when there appeared, far down, a glowing fire, red and terrible. At such moments it seemed as if, looking through these, one were catching sight of a soul ablaze.
Trubus paled, but caught her in his arms. "My poor dear," he began. "Oh, look, father, what it says in the papers. We missed you ha, ha! and the newsboys sold us this on the street. Look, father, there's your picture. He, he! And Ralph bought it and brought it to me." She staggered and sank half-drooping in his arms. Her head rolled back and her eyes stared wildly at the ceiling.
And Raphael never painted them until he had seen Fra Bartolommeo's work. "But now look at Bellini's Madonna" as he turned again to the picture, "for she is as individual as Botticelli's, and is as easily recognizable. Everything else, however, is in perfect keeping from the general attitude and lifted hand to the half-drooping eyelids. Of what is she so proud?
There again, surmounting a lay figure wrapped in rich stuffs, smiled the calm and gentle face of a Malayan lady decapitated for her sins, so marvellously preserved that the soft dark eyes still looked out from beneath the heavy, half-drooping lids, and the full lips, still richly coloured, parted a little to show the ivory teeth.
But covertly he watched madame; watched the half-drooping eyelids, the shadow of a dimple in her left cheek, the curving throat, the shimmering ringlet which half obscured the perfect ear. He had seen this face before, or one as like it as the reflection of the moon upon placid water is like the moon itself. Now and then he frowned, remembering his purpose.
Her dark, swift, restless eyes fairly flashed to and fro under their half-drooping lids. Only once she glanced at me, but so inquisitively, so searchingly, almost viciously ... I positively started. Baburin scarcely talked to her at all; but whenever he did address her, there was a note of austere, hardly fatherly, tenderness in his voice.
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