Features set like hers force themselves to be seen.
"She advanced, a glass in either hand.

As she came, the floor swayed, and the walls seemed to bow together; but they did not sway her.

Step by step, she drew near, and when she reached my side she smiled in my face once.

Then she said: 'Choose aright, dear heart.

Leave the poisoned one for me.' "Fascinated, I stared at one glass, then at the other.