She had so trained them through a lifetime of practice that she could meet other eyes directly while manipulating her most dextrous evasion.

Whenever Eileen was most deceptively subtle, she was looking straight at her victim with the innocent appeal of a baby in her gaze.
John Gilman had had his struggle.

He had succeeded.

He had watched, and waited, and worked incessantly, and when his opportunity came he was ready.

Success had come to such a degree that in a short time he had assured himself of comfort for any woman he loved.