And the eyes were magnificent! dark, sometimes
absolutely black, always luminous, and set in long, black lashes.
Arresting eyes, slow and mesmeric, and with, for all their warmth, something withdrawn and secret about them… Yes, Clare Kendry’s loveliness was absolute, beyond challenge,
thanks to those eyes… Into those eyes there came a smile and over Irene the sense of
being petted and caressed. She smiled back.
