And so it is,--a pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice
to subdue a man; to enslave him, and inflame him; to make him even
forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to
him; and he would give all his life to possess 'em.--_Henry
Esmond._


She is as good a little creature as can be. She is never out of
temper; I don't think she is very wise; but she is uncommonly
pretty, and her beauty grows on you.... I look at her like a little
wild-flower in a field,--like a little child at play, sir. Pretty
little tender nursling. If I see her passing in the street I feel
as if I would like some fellow to be rude to her that I might have
the pleasure of knocking him down. She is like a little songbird,
sir,--a tremulous, fluttering little linnet that you would take
into your hand, and smooth its little plumes, and let it perch on
your finger and sing.--_The Newcomes._


That fine blush which is her pretty symbol of youth, modesty, and
beauty.... I never saw such a beautiful violet as that of her eyes.
Her complexion is of the pink of the blush-rose.--_The Newcomes._


He thought and wondered at the way in which women play with men,
and coax them and win them and drop them.--_Pendennis._